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milkoomi · 3 days ago

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how to make finals your bitch. ᥫ᭡

- be at your best to give it your best -

hello angels! so it’s been almost 2 months since i’ve been active on here & it’s simply just been due to me focusing a lot of my time and energy into my academics, career, & personal life! i’m nearing the end of my program with my externship just being one month away! as with a lot of us, the spring semester is slowly but surely coming to an end! and that means finals are just around the corner! i wanted my “comeback” to be some of my helpful tips, tricks, & tidbits of advice for getting through finals and making sure you pass with flying colors!

also, thank you so so much for 1.2k!! i didn’t expect to gain such an influx of followers while i was gone! it means so much to me that so many of you have supported my blog even during my inactivity/unexpected hiatus! i can’t promise i’ll be coming back completely as i have my externship coming up, so i’ll be very busy the next few months! but i hope to continue to post every now and again for you angels!

let’s begin …

୨ৎ — pre-finals prep

it’s important to start prepping for finals in advance! finals may be 4-5 weeks away, but it never hurts to get a head start in your preparations!

create a checklist! — you can always start by making yourself a list or two for everything you need to get yourself prepared for that intimidating finals week! these lists could be a list of different study materials you’ll need, a list in order of priority of the different classes you need to study for, a list of supplies you’ll need to get yourself through the week (& yes, this can include snacks or any self-care stuff!), or even a list of different topics from your classes that you feel need a bit more of your attention! checklists are an amazing tool to use to keep yourself organized and can help you visual what needs to get done or what needs to be obtained!

plan out the weeks! — designate a day in your week where you take some time to plan out your weeks prior to finals week and the week of! include time blocks where you set aside time to study and time to take breaks and rest your mind & body! add small, achievable to-do lists for each day or a bigger, more broad one for each week! weekly planning can give you a tangible idea of what your weeks leading up to finals and the week of will look like, so don’t hesitate to give it a try or incorporate that into your weekly routine!

tina’s tip: utilize your phone’s calendar app! i do almost everything digitally and i’ve been making great use of the Apple calendar to plan out my weeks! it’s a great way to color code different events, classes, appointments, assignments, etc. & if you’re also someone who wants to get into digital planning it’s a great first step into getting into it!

prioritize & maintain good health! — i’m saying this with love, but pulling all-nighter’s every single day leading up to finals is not going to guarantee the best scores for you. you need to make sure your health is where it needs to be! sleep is absolutely vital to making sure your mind and body is working at its very best. as someone who used to be an insomniac and who used to religiously pull all-nighter’s for school, i’m telling you it is not worth it. i didn’t see any improvement in my grades when i was doing that. if anything, my scores and my motivation for school got worse. you can’t just go all night racking your brain over your studies. prioritize your health! this also means making sure you fuel your brain and body with good nutrients! when i’m only running on caffeine, not only do i feel physically weak, but my mind is using so much more energy on becoming anxious than staying focused.

tina’s tip: make sure you set aside time at least once or twice a week to something that makes you happy, helps you relax, and is not related to your academics! i have a rule for myself that after 7:30pm-8pm every single night that i immediately stop working on anything related to my studies so that i can truly unwind for the night. i’ll use my time before bed to have a self-pamper night, play video games, watch a show/movie/youtube video, draw, read, or chat with a friend on facetime! it’s important to include things that bring you joy into your routine! don’t burn yourself out by only focusing on your studies!

୨ৎ — the study wave

try to give yourself at least two weeks in advance to study for finals. consider these two weeks as the study wave! this is the perfect time to really lock into those time-blocks you’ve set aside for your study sessions. each day should be filled with review & ensuring you fully understand the material! the time-blocks could be as long as 5 hours or as short as 30 minutes. i recommend the start of the study wave to include longer study time-blocks and as you get closer to the week of finals to shorten those time-blocks!

week 1 of study wave — reteaching yourself the material: rewatch lectures, review powerpoints/videos/notes/previous homework assignments, and incorporate study methods like the feynman technique, practice tests, & active recall! use this time to form study groups, don’t hesitate to have longer study sessions (remember to take breaks!), and refresh your mind of everything you need to know for upcoming exams! let week 1 help you decide what material/topics/chapters/classes need more of your time and attention and which ones don’t!

tina’s tip: dedicate certain days out of the week to 1-2 classes! this will help to prevent any overwhelming feelings of stress, anxiety, and/or burn-out as you prepare for finals! prioritize which class(es) need the most review, maybe a couple classes need more than one designated study/review day and maybe other classes just need one day throughout the week!

week 2 of study wave — refresh & review: utilize study methods like the blurting method, flashcards, practice tests, & other forms of active recall! this is prime time to focus on active recall methods. doing so will help make sure the information stays fresh in your mind and will help you refine that mental list of which classes/topics still need a little more attention! week 2 of the study wave should included shorter study sessions whether it’s 1 or 2 hours shorter than week 1 or even as short as setting aside 20 minutes every day reviewing material. take this time to try and focus more on those more challenging topics rather than reviewing every single bit of information!

tina’s tip: if you use the blurting method, i recommend using it towards the end of your study sessions! this allows you to recall information as well as put it into your own words that will show whether or not you comprehend the material. review what you’ve written down based off of memory and identify any missing points or errors in your work! this will also help you refine what bits of information still need more focus! repeat this method 3 times!

i highly encourage you guys to also use this time to meet with professors/instructors to ask any additional questions! you’d be surprised at how much of a difference it makes to ask those pressing questions on different parts of the material!

୨ৎ — finals week

it’s extremely important that you are getting enough rest the week of finals! it all sounds cliché, but making sure you’re well-rested and you’ve filled your body with the right nutrients can make such a crucial difference in your exam performance!

if you have time in-between different exams, use that time to do quick review sessions to prepare for your next exam!

avoid cramming! — these in-between study sessions should be used wisely and in an effective manner. take some time to focus on material that has been challenging for you and don’t worry too much about reviewing parts that you’re already confident with!

keep the review short! — if you have 30 minutes or even a couple hours before your next final, do not use the entire time of your “break” to study/review! give your mind a break to rest! listen to some music, play a cozy game, or even take a quick nap if you’re able to! a lot of your mental energy should be put into your time taking the exam, so don’t expend all that energy into studying/reviewing!

final notes —

finals can be exhausting, anxiety-inducing, and just an overall challenge. since it’s that time of the semester where, i’m sure, most of us are starting to experience a drop in the level of our academic motivation, it’s really important to maintain a good and reliable study/school routine to keep yourself on the track you ideally want to be on!

i stress this a lot in my other posts, but self-care is extremely important in being able to maintain good routines in your day to day life! so be sure you’re still incorporating time to focus on your self care to keep yourself afloat!

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

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universefcb · 3 days ago

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HIII i love all you’re stories and i’m so happy you wrote that one about lamine but i was wondering if you could write another one where his little brother loves the reader and lamine gets a little jealous because his brother keeps clinging to the reader and stuff and it’s mostly just fluff and funny moments you don’t have to but if you could that would be amazing thank you for you’re time❤️❤️❤️

Little rival

Pairing: Lamine Yamal X gf!reader

Summary: You are Lamine's girlfriend, but his younger brother really likes you.

Warning: Just Lamine being a cute and jealous boyfriend<3

Author's note: THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

It was supposed to be just another quiet afternoon at the Yamal house. The reader was sitting on the living room couch, laughing while watching cartoons with Keyne, Lamine's little brother, who was basically glued to her as if they had been best friends forever.

“Do you want more juice, sweetie?” she asked affectionately, running her hand over the boy’s head.

“I want it! Apple!” he replied, his eyes shining.

Lamine, who was leaning against the door with his arms crossed, watched the scene with a crooked smile. It was cute, sure. But it was also kind of annoying. Ever since the reader had started showing up more often at the house, Keyne seemed to have completely forgotten that he, Lamine, was her older brother and boyfriend. Now, she belonged to Keyne—or at least that’s what the little boy thought.

“And you’re not even going to give me a kiss hello?” Lamine asked, an eyebrow raised.

The reader looked at him over her shoulder, laughing.

“Oh, sorry, love. I was kidnapped by a very affectionate mini Yamal,” she joked, stretching out her arms towards him.

Lamine came closer, and when he bent down to kiss her, Keyne made a loud sound of protest and pushed his brother's face away with his little hand.

“She’s my girlfriend!” he complained, sulking.

“Your what?” Lamine’s eyes widened, laughing nervously. “Hey, calm down, shorty. This is MY girlfriend, you hear?”

“You have the ball. I have it.” Keyne crossed his arms with a gigantic pout.

The reader burst out laughing, and Lamine threw his head back, as if he were losing to his greatest rival in life: a 5-year-old boy with brilliant arguments.

Later, while playing a board game, Keyne refused to sit far from the reader. He would sit on her lap, hold her hand while he played, and even make her hold his water.

“This is emotional sabotage,” Lamine muttered to her, his eyes narrowed as he watched his brother take a small piece of biscuit from her hand.

“Don’t be dramatic, Lam. He loves you too,” she replied, trying to hold back her laughter.

“He wants to steal my wife!” he whispered back, scandalized.

At the end of the night, when Keyne finally fell asleep on the reader's lap, clinging to her arm, Lamine carefully approached and sat down next to them. He looked at the scene with a smile that was half defeated, but completely enchanted.

“I officially lost to a brat,” he said quietly.

She laughed, leaning against his shoulder affectionately.

“Never. But I guess you’ll have to share me… at least until he grows up.”

“Great,” Lamine snorted. “Then I want more kisses when he’s not looking. That much, at least.”

"Done."

And with that, he stole a quick kiss, before Keyne opened his eye and screamed "NO!", as if he were protecting his queen from the dragons — or, in this case, the jealous older brother.

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daddyfordaeddy · 2 days ago

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ASAP (As Soon As Possible) [J.WY]

♡ Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!Reader

♡ Word Count: 1471

♡ Warnings: cursing, none otherwise (smut warnings under cut)

♡ Genre: smut, fluff, rated E for explicit, established relationship au

♡ Summary: You get home to see Jung Wooyoung in silver hair. Shenanigans ensue after a quick reassurance of love

♡ Smut warnings: oral (male receiving), dirty talk, deep throating, praise, some begging. Implications of fingering (if anything is missed, please let me know!)

JUNG FUCKING WOOYOUNG!!!! the title of this doc is, and I quote, 'WOOYOUNG FCKING HAIRRRRRR'. So I hope that gave you some insight into my mental state writing this in about 56 minutes. Yes I timed it

It was a good day, you think. You woke up early, work wasn’t hard, and you're just happy to go home and cuddle the love of your life, your boyfriend. He’s been going through a rough patch recently, and you just want to cuddle him.

As you swing the door open, you’re already smiling wide. “Wooyoungie–”

You’re cut short by the sight of Wooyoung sitting on the couch, eyes wide as he awaits your reaction to his silver hair.

Silver. Hair.

You stand in the doorway for a long moment, eyes flying straight to his hair as you process the change.

Wooyoung fidgets nervously, running a hand through his newly bleached locks. “Well? What do you think? I wanted to surprise you…” he trails off, nervousness evident in his expression. He stands up, moving closer to you with tentative steps. “I know it’s a big change but…I felt like I needed something different. Do– do you hate it? I can always dye it back if you prefer it black. I don’t want hair that you’d hate.”

Slowly, you set your bag down on the floor and take a small step towards him, mouth opening. No sound comes out at first, but then– “Wooyoung…” you begin, mouth suddenly dry. “I’m going to need you to tell me ‘no’ in about five seconds before I give you the best head of your life, if you don’t want it. Because you look incredibly sexy right now, and I need to have my mouth on you as soon as possible.”

Wooyoung’s eyes widen in shock, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks at your bold declaration. “YN!” he gasps, caught completely off guard by your intense reaction. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to regain his composure. “I– I mean, yes. Wait– no. Not yet. As much as I want to, I need to talk to you about something. About us. Can we sit down?”

A little punched-out whimper escapes your mouth even as you nod slowly. “Ah– yes. We can talk if you want.” Your eyes still haven’t left his hair, and your hands are trembling with need, but you respect his wishes and sit on the couch stiffly. Wooyoung finds it a little amusing, and makes no effort to hide his smile.

He sits beside you, angling his body to face you directly. “I want you to know…I really appreciate you, YN. The way you’ve stayed by my side despite how clocked out I was the past few weeks. It means a lot to me. I love you so much, and I want to show you how much I appreciate you.” Wooyoung takes your hand, bringing it to his lips to press a sweet kiss to your knuckles.

“Oh, Wooyoung,” you sigh, squeezing his hands gently. “I love you too. You deserve all of my love, and I want you to be as happy as you can possibly be. It’s always been, and always will be my pleasure to go through your ups and downs with you.”

Wooyoung’s eyes sparkle and he leans in closer, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you for loving me, even when I’m being difficult,” he hums, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re the greatest gift in my life.”

You melt into his embrace, your hands coming up to wrap around his waist. “I love you so much, Wooyoung. More than anything in the world,” you murmur against his skin.” There’s a pregnant pause. “...Can I please suck you off now? Or at least kiss you silly? I think I’m going to cry if I can’t do that at least.”

Wooyoung chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Wow, you really don’t waste any time, do you?” he teases lightly, but you can hear the arousal in his voice. He cups your face tenderly, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “I suppose we did talk, right? Go ahead, baby.”

He leans back, patting his lap invitingly, and that’s all you need. Immediately, you clamber into his lap, cupping his face and kissing him deeply. His lips are parted for you, mouth sweet, and you lick into it greedily, Your hands move up to tangle in his silver hair as you grind your hips down.

“Fuck, Wooyoung,” you moan. “Look so damn good with your hair, wanna tell you how pretty you are…”

Wooyoung moans into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips as you grind down into him. “Ah, YN,” he pants between kisses, a deep flush spreading across his face at your words. “Pretty? If you think I’m pretty, I must be doing something right.” He preens slightly at the compliment, clearly pleased by your reaction.

Trailing hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck, Wooyoung’s hands slip under your shirt, caressing the skin of your stomach. You whine again, hands sliding down to tug at his pants. “Wooyoungie, please,” you mumble into his mouth, “want you to fuck my throat, want you to use my mouth.”

At your filthy request, Wooyoung’s hips buck involuntarily. “YN…the things you say to me…” he groans, quickly undoing his pants, freeing his already-hardening cock. “Come on, baby, open wide. Gonna feed you this thick cock until you’re choking on it.”

He grips the base firmly, squeezing just hard enough for him to suck in his breath through his teeth. Carefully, he shuffles forward on his knees to rub the leaking tip across your lips. “Stick out that pretty tongue for me. Beg for it, YN. Tell me how badly you need my dick in your mouth.”

You open your mouth eagerly, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him with eyes filled with need. “Please, Wooyoung. I need your cock so badly. Want to taste you, want to choke on your thick cock. Use my mouth however you want, fill my mouth with your cum. Please, Wooyoung.”

Unable to resist your desperate pleas any longer, Wooyoung groans. “So good for me, begging so sweetly.” He slowly pushes forward, the head of his length parting your lips and sliding over your tongue. One hand tangles in your hair, guiding your movements as he gradually increases his pace. “That’s it, take it all. Gonna fuck your mouth so good.” He pistons his hips faster, chasing his pleasure although the grip on your hair gentles into a caress.

Your eyes roll back as you moan around his cock, the sight of him fucking your mouth so nicely with his silver hair hanging over into his face makes you so eager. Your hands scrabble at his thighs, trying to tug him impossibly closer as you swallow around his girth. You’re sure your panties are soaked through, but you couldn’t care less right now.

Wooyoung is just as affected as you, lost in the sensation of your mouth and the way your throat throbs around him. Just for a moment, he pulls out and leans down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Look up at me, baby. Wanna see your eyes while I use your throat,” he whispers against your forehead before straightening up and sliding back into your mouth. “You’re amazing, you know that? Taking me so well, so willing. Are you gonna swallow it all when I come?”

You nod as best you can with your hair in his hand and his cock down your throat. “‘M good, I’ll swallow it all,” you moan when he pulls out, jaw dropping open and letting him thrust back in. Your hips jerk up automatically as you swallow around him and suck hard.

Wooyoung throws his head back with a guttural moan as your throat constricts around him. “Fuck, yes, just like that. Swallow it all.” He buries himself to the hilt one last time, pulsing and twitching as he reaches orgasm. Hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat and fill your mouth as he holds your head in place.

It takes him a minute before he slowly pulls out of your mouth, panting heavily as he looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and affection. You’re too busy trying to swallow down his load and wipe your lips of the remnants of his cum that you squeak in surprise as he dips his head down to kiss you, licking into your mouth to taste himself.

“I love you so much, baby,” he hums, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to help you sit up and to pull you closer to him.

“Mmh, love you too,” you murmur, curling into his embrace and eyes fluttering shut.

You’re just about ready to take a nap on the couch when his hand slides down your pants and presses against your cunt through your wet underwear. Your eyes fly open to see Wooyoung grinning crookedly at you.

“My turn.”

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creatingblackcharacters · 2 days ago

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Hi ! Not so much a question as much as me bouncing back off what that anon said earlier, about being biracial and not feeling ‘really Black’ because of the polls and their more white passing features. It got me thinking, so if you don’t mind I’d like to put my two cents here

I’ve been in the same boat — biracial Black/white, and umm I am kind of pasty lol. I don’t really call myself white-passing, because people very rarely think I’m fully white [I am not American, so I believe the "one drop" rule is less ingrained here, but being European I still very much live in a place built on white supremacy, and I agree on white-passing ≠ white]; but very often I don’t get recognized immediately as Black by nonblack people, and I’ve had some wild [as in, very far off] assumptions made about me on what race & ethnicity I am LMAO

It doesn’t take away the fact i still Am biracial and half Black though. There are experiences I don’t share with non-mixed, darker skinned Black people, definitely [and that’s a given, its what the whole "not being a monolith" thing is about] but I am that and nothing else and I can’t ever not be that.

Like, I’m not ‘racially ambiguous’ cause you can’t be that in real life. I am something and I’ll be happy to tell you what if you can’t tell at first glance. And it’s important to me! I’m a person with life experiences and views and habits and everything that pertain very much to me being Black!!!! And it’s still the case if all that’s not clear to nonblack people

Fictional characters don’t have that offscreen existence. That’s what the whole rejecting ambiguity thing is for, [esp with colorism being the problem it is]. In real life you’ll always be something, you don’t gotta prove it — a fictional character won’t be anything until you make the effort for it. LIKE, I’ve seen characters darker skinned than me, but they still had crazy thin 1a hair and tiny noses etc? I’ve found a bad Black design is often different from an actual white-passing Black person, like there’s a certain level of Man None Of Us Look Like That

Last but not least. Sincerely I understand this anon, I’ve felt similar before, but deeeeefinitely do NOT let tumblr of all places make you doubt your legitimacy as Black…… this white ass website, they got nothing to tell you!!!!!!

That’s all HAHA sorry if I got long. Thank you for giving me a space and opportunity to state what I’ve been thinking, I appreciate this blog dearly but never said much on it before

YOU BETTER SPEAK ON IT THEN!!!! 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

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knightyoomyoui · 13 hours ago

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Adore You

w/ Red Velvet's Bae Joohyun "Irene" x Male Reader

TYPE: Fluff, Light Angst

WORD COUNT: 6993

NOTE: First time writing a Red Velvet oneshot! Hope yall enjoyed it, especially you, Hijack! Thanks for ordering again! Also, giving a special credit as well to Hijack himself for providing some assistance on some of the dialogues here in Act 4 and 5. ORDERED BY: @hijack711

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In a small town of Gangwon Province, a car was seen crossing through the narrow road surrounded by green fields. It parked in front of a house, the driver stepped out to greet the surroundings of her new place to stay.

Draped in baggy gray sweatpants, simple white t-shirt and comfy matching rubber shoes, the driver which was revealed to be a woman with long straight hair and breathtaking beauty locked the door and stood in front of the said house. Observing her new personal space, a sigh of relief and contented smile formed in her lips.

The landlady, who previously owes the property, popped up from the other side to greet the young lady. “Good morning, maam! Welcome to Gangwon, glad that we finally met. I’m Jiwoo.”

“I’m Irene.”

“Shall i introduce you to your new house? It’s great that you came in time.”

“I guess I could say I’m excited to live here.” Irene formed a soft smile. “I’ve been longing for a fresh new start again, and today’s the day. Can’t let anything go to waste.”

“If that’s so then let’s proceed immediately and get the papers done. We both do have a lot more things to do after this.” Jiwoo searches from her keychain to pick the right key and inserted it on the gate to unlock.

She opened and initiated to welcome Irene. As she was brought to every area of the house to see it for herself along with its details, her mind is focused on what things she’s planning to do here now that she’s about to settle for good in this place that hopefully she could considered as the perfect destination for peace.

She wants to become comfortable and get used living here, that’s why she would do a lot of efforts just so it could help her get distracted and moved on from everything she left behind from where she came from. This is important for Irene, when she said that she’s going to live the life she always dreamt of, she meant that and now that she’s all alone away from everything she wants to avoid, nobody can stop her from finally build the bubble she wants to put herself in.

A slight amount of senses were spared to concentrate still on the landlady’s thoughtful assist to prevent disrespect on her part, she listened through everything she said. As of her mind was multitasking both regarding about her priorities currently.

“Doesn’t all you’ve seen makes you regret?” The landlady requested for assurance.

“Not at all. This is exactly what I wanted. All I ever care is to have myself a place to stay and be happy, you know what I mean.”

“That’s the spirit. I like your positive intuitions, Irene-ssi.” Jiwoo cheered on her. “About the papers, you can sign it here with your name to make ourselves a deal.”

Irene didn’t wasted no more time to sign the contract. She also handed a bag full of money to Jiwoo for payment. “Just being fair and true to my words.”

“Thank you much again, Irene-ssi. Hey, if you ever need anything to help you discover more about this place to make yourselves one of us, feel free to come onto me anytime.” Jiwoo said. “My house is just houses away from you!”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Jiwoo unnie.” Irene bowed along with her and they bid goodbyes from one another, leaving herself alone.

Giving another roaming sight around the interior, it motivates Irene more to visualize what she plans about any of these she wanted to happen here.

“Let’s do well in our new home, self. Fighting!” She raises her fist to support herself and boost her anticipation for upcoming success she wants to achieve in here.

The next few days, Irene had her house almost rearranged with the return of her belongings and furniture from her previous place thanks to the kind carriers who helped her set everything back up. She also started to greet some new neighbors and get introduced by Jiwoo.

The connection she had with the friendly landlady has what led her search for a vacant space to become easier. With just few discussions, she already claimed the space officially hers and when she was asked what business she has in mind that made her purchase this: “I always wanted to build my own flower shop.” Irene answered in which the respondents agreed to her decision as it does seem like a perfect fitting to their rural community that provides lots of plants.

Having new friends to speed up Irene’s establishing of her new flower shop, it didn’t became a bothersome to look for various flowers to choose and buy with the intention to sell it to others by her own. The deliveries would be out by no time, it’s up for Irene to give them the go signal of when it would be.

As for the empty space she already have, it would be unacceptable and plain if she won’t put decoration and other changes to transform a single room into a legit shop. To lessen the struggle of searching to the outer cities, thankfully Jiwoo and the other neighbors knew someone who can help Irene in her business’ concern.

While she was cleaning the house, she heard her doorbell rang and a few knocks on the door. Irene paused her task and went outside.

Opening the gate, she found a man standing in front of her wearing just simplest outfit in a cap on his head while carrying a tool box and extra pockets for other acessories. As she met his face, she found him smiling at her as brighter as the sun this morning and somehow it got her in awe just by looking at it.

“Hello, miss. May I ask if you are Bae Irene?” The man spoke.

“Yes, you’re talking to her right now. Perhaps you must be…”

“Ah yes, I learned that you were looking for a carpenter to help create your shop. Allow me to introduce myself, I’m YN LN, the carpenter who can help you with that.” He offered his hand to her and she accepted.

She felt his touch and the firmness of his grip as she stares at him with a welcoming grin. “Thanks for accepting my request, Mr. LN.”

“No worries, it’s my job anyway.” He shook it off sheepishly. “So uhm, I am ready to begin my service today, can you show me where your shop will be?”

“Yeah, sure. Just one moment.” She excused herself as she rest her house’s electricity to leave and guide YN on the way to their designated location.

ACT 2

They reached the area that Irene was mentioning. It’s scroll gate was closed and no more sign that says “FOR SALE” like the past few days.

“So uhm here’s where I want to open it.” Irene presented the soon-to-be flower shop to YN who looked at her before turning his attention to the sealed space. “Not too much, right?”

“Yeah but it won’t be a bothersome if I work on to larger ones. Handled some before.” YN said. “But hey, this is a nice spot to have it.”

“Really? That’s nice to know.” Irene calmly replied. “I was actually hoping that there’s people who will come by, I mean… selling plants not be that much entertaining to be a go-to place at when you go shopping but… I want to make it different, you know. Changing the ideology of that.” She added.

“Point taken, but you can leave it to me on that if that’s your goal. I’ll help you turn your shop become eye-capturing not just from your products but with its aesthetic as well.” You assured. “I suppose you have an idea on how to make this place look what it should be. Just say it and I can make it possible.”, he patted his toolbox to refer at.

“You do seem pretty convincing and confident with your skill, Mr. LN.” Irene said in her amazed tone. “Is that why you’re popular around here?”

“Ahh that, I don’t know, maybe?” his contagious chuckle affected Irene as well. “I would rather just say that I can rely on my 20+ years of my experience doing carpentry and from how my previous clients all through those times were satisfied at the outcome I provide them, not that I’m forcing you to expect too high on me but your trust would be enough.”

“Let’s see if the rumors are true then.” Irene bounced her eyelids with an anticipating smirk. “Hold on, let me show you inside. It’ll be empty obviously but yeah…”

“To visualize what I can do with it, I get it.” YN understood the point. They both looked at each other and Irene nodded with a smile before she hesitantly went away.

She rolled out the gate and opened the glass door, which allowed YN to roam his eyes around on the inside. Irene was doing the talking as she was given permission to speak about the plan she has in mind on how to transform such boring, small, lifeless room into a vibrant, captivating, and cozy atmosphere that compliments the flowers she will stock in here for selling soon.

YN was directed by Irene around and through his head he compliments how creative her imagination was to turn this place around, something he hasn’t encountered to a person for quite a long time. Most of the works he did was done mostly through his own idea just to construct something beautiful, but with Irene, it’s beginning to make him feel that he’s going to have fun and won’t dire out himself on finishing this new task in production.

“That’s all I can give for my dream shop. About your materials by the way, as part of my token of appreciation, you can tell me what materials you will need for designing this room and I’ll cover all of those.”

“Wait, seriously?” YN was dumbfounded. “A-ahh, you don;t n-need to if it’ll cost your money to be spent more, I don’t like that my service should demand much costly price in return. You can just focus on your stocks to fill up your shop, I’m good.”

“Are you sure, Mr. LN? I have no problem with it, like I said it’s a way of saying thank you for your help.” Irene tries to contemplate him.

“It’s fine, actually you helped me already. This is another income for me and I have something to do again with myself being a carpenter.” YN confirmed. “I already have my own source to grab some materials I’ll need to build every detail you’ve told me.”

“If that’s the case then, I don’t want to force myself too much.” Irene embarrassingly laughs. “Thank you again for this, Mr. LN.”

“You’re welcome.” He bowed after in respect.

They exit the shop and Irene closes its doors and gate again. Before they separate ways, YN announces that he’ll start going to that source he’s mentioning and most likely will begin the construction tomorrow. Irene took note of that and both were now looking forward to the progress of the ongoing project they’re both invested in.

The following days, each changes that were being applied to the walls through every corner was evident to both YN and Irene, and it makes them amused to notice how everything is going smooth. What makes these even more interesting for Irene is that she could only watch YN do these all by himself, remembering the first day of his visit to the shop with the materials he need that she thought there’s more men incoming to assist YN in the construction but to her surprise, YN said there’s no one and it’ll be him who will do all the work.

Sensing that it had the lady speechless due to concern, YN ease down Irene by trying to persuade her that he’s been doing this for a long time and not once he complained about it because he prefers to work alone. He knows what he’s doing and as much as he is willing to teach and instruct other men to help him, atleast he won’t be going around to multitask of observing their task when he could just completely finish it all off by his own.

The impressive skills and talent of YN has gotten into Irene slowly by slowly. Not only that, during his busy days of renovating her store, she also discovered more of YN’s down to earth personality. A positive, humble, and sociable person was all she can describe while having a conversation with him through the breaks, which probably what makes it more enjoyable other than how much she provides him snacks to recharge his energy.

In some of the topics they’ve had, love talk was part of those that slipped in to their curiosities. It wasn’t suspicious for them at first, that’s why they’re able to answer it straightforwardly, although YN’s has richer information. Both of them admitted they are currently single but what caught Irene’s interest more is his reason.

It wasn’t because he doesn’t want to be involved in relationship these days, it’s rather due to the feeling of having personal incapability to win a woman’s heart because of things that what makes about him. Despite his proudness of doing this occupation for decades, YN reinstates that at the same it makes him insecure that being like this may not be that attractive to women to consider a guy like him, as he is aware of the stereotypical truth that they include carpentry as one of the less-demand jobs and it makes him afraid that once the girls learned it about him, they’ll reject him with the possibility that he might not be able to support them financially. Sadly, he couldn’t deny that idea.

YN also mentioned that as of now he currently lives along with the mastermind that pushes him to accept that flower shop construction offer because of her love with flowers: his sister who is now married and have two kids at home.

Those along with his job are what gives him responsibility and purpose still in his personal life aside from being unsuccessful in love. As Irene listened through all of that, she couldn’t help but to feel sorry for YN and she hopes it didn’t destroyed his self-esteem about his appearance because it’s a shame that even through all he said, his looks were undeniable enough to attract someone else.

Furthermore, it frustrates Irene that there are women who thinks lowly immediately of his background which proves that they only care about the looks. She could only hope that he finds someone who will value him in everything, and if its her who can do that then she’ll do what must be done for a good guy like him.

Irene’s eyes widened, confusion formed in her forehead. She was weirded out how her thoughts ended up in that way. Imagining herself volunteering to be the perfect one for YN was out of nowhere, but unsure if she can call it unexpected. After all, she already find him cute in the first place the first time her eyes landed at YN.

Disregarding how random it was, she just focused on comforting YN with kind words that speaks out on behalf of her reactions and hearing all of that had YN boost his confidence within himself. He thanked Irene for being honest to him and added that he was touched.

Both of them weren’t aware with each other that the silence and the glances they stole from each other after that heartwarming moment was the emergence of something deeper between the bond they’ve shared everyday. Their respective emotions that they keep within themselves after listening to their sides is what perturbedly urges them to do the right thing with use of their heart and minds functioning solely for one another.

ACT 3

Irene kept on enjoying YN’s presence looming around her shops while proceedingly applying more furnitures that would aid her to organize the plants neatly for the visitors to see. It grew a relief on her tah both of them had the courage and the ability to interact well with one another because if the opportunity is wasted, Irene could only hope that the construction goes slow to keep him near.

That alone is what Irene begun to distinguish her expanding interest about him, that she could be willing to set aside her priority just to have more time with him. The more they talk together, Irene’s satisfaction goes to the top, although a bit challenging that she had to contain herself from bliss of sharing these types of simple moments with you.

She was now indeed falling in love with him, she confirmed silently while she gets on to watch him focusedly hammering a wood for another level on the shelf. Her eyes shimmers at the sight of his attractive looks, having her in amazement and confusion of how could you just do a simplest thing and effortlessly show your handsome features.

But then, her smile faltered when the thought of a chance to confess had her recalling some specific choice of words that he told a week ago. Something she has now been wondering to herself if she can be the one that he actually sees from her.

She could be honest about her true feelings for him, but what about everything about her once a miracle happened? Yes, she claim that YN receiving and returning her confession would feel surreal for her because that one darkest secret she has been hiding from is still a what-if to her on how he would react once he finds out the truth.

As much as she wanted to be loved back, she has suffered enough from her bitter past that manipulated her to only be concerned with the negative consequences of her personal decision. Now that she’s attracted to this one guy in the new town she moved in, it became a hindrance for her if she would truly tell someday about her admiration to him.

“Irene?” His voice snapped her out of trance, rapidly blinking then gets to contact with YN’s puzzled appearance. “You okay? You seem to be thinking deeply about something.”

“Ahh yeah, I’m fine don’t worry. Sorry, was I out of my senses that much?”

“Mmhmm, you were staring on the floor for like almost half a minute.” He nodded. “Care to share what’s disturbing you?”

Irene looked at his face and again, the mix of embarrassment, fear, and sadness crept up in her heart. She shook her head in denial, “It’s just nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, but if you need any help, I can offer some assistance if you want. Just come by and pour out everything you’ve been storing inside.” He reminded her.

“Nah, YN you’ve already helped too much. I don’t want you to include you as well to fix my life.”

“But I want to, and I think you need it.” YN replied. Irene stared at him as she felt the seriousness to his words. “To be honest, I don’t know but… you haven’t told me anything yet I just feel like there’s something wrong that you’ve been keeping to yourself, and that’s not good at all Irene.” She kept on listening.

“We can’t heal if we don’t speak it out loud. Don’t be afraid to share it to me, I’m willing to lessen the burden that you feel if I had to because I want to keep this friendship of us going and, you know… better.” He declared.

“I can see through people if they’ve gone through a lot. It’s either in their eyes, their smiles, and how they act.”

“Wow, when did you learn to become very observative?”

“It’s already in my nature.” He shrugged. “Maybe because I care too much.” A grin formed in his face which made Irene’s heart palpitate. His closer profile and the way of his words just made her forgot all her concerns and focus only to that one necessary thing that matters to her right now.

It was day off for YN which paused the ongoing progress of the shops reconstruction. Irene decided to treat him after she cooked her favorite meal.

She followed the address that YN gave him. Through every turns and straight driving across the roads of this small town, the direction led her to stop and reach this particular two storey pleasantly looking house that had a yard inside.

She knocked on the gate while holding the aluminum tray of food. The metal clang as the door opens, YN wasn’t the one who greeted but rather, a woman who looks almost identical to him but with feminine features.

“Hello, is YN there?”

“You must be what my brother is telling about, a girlfriend.” She teased.

“E-eh?”

“HAHAHAHA just kidding, she didn’t said that. But I won’t mind if you end up to be.” She winked and clicked her tongue. “Anyway, hello! What brought you here? Do you wanna see my brother that much huh?”

“A-ahh… n-no, I just… want to give him something.” She handed the tray. “It’s a food that I cooked, please be careful, it’s hot.”

“Ooohhh this smells delicious! But sadly, he wasn’t here yet, he went out for some errands to do.” She explained which made Irene shocked. “Would you want to wait for him? You can come inside if you wan!”

“It’s okay?”

“Yeah, we accept visitors always. And now that you’re our new neighbor and my brother’s… ahihihi” She giggled in fluster which had Irene heating up with her blushes. “You’re very welcome to come here often.”

YN’s sister gave a way to her, and she accepted the invitation. She stepped inside and viewed the appearance of their cozy home. “Come on, have your way!”

As she entered their house, two kids that are sitting in the living room greeted her eyes. These must be the children of his sister that YN referred to her.

“Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness of my brother. I’m sure he will love this food from you.”

“You can try it if you want, I made it more than one servings anyway.”

“Wait, you serious?”

“Yes. Please, have a taste if you want.” Irene kindly smiled.

“Who am I reject? Oh I’m going for a bit already.” She joked before grabbing a plate. “How about we go there in the couch and talk shortly while we wait for my brother to arrive?”

“Sure, I appreciate it.”

“By the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet, I’m Joy.” She offered her hand. Her name does compliment her bright personality.

“I’m Irene.”

They went to the couch and sat. Her kids instantly went beside her and begged to taste her food on the plate. “Can I just say something real quick, I’m so stunned at how pretty you are. I didn’t even know that my brother befriended such an original visual.”

Irene is getting fluttered with Joy’s sweet comments. “Thank you, I don’t mean to brag but I do hear it often from others.”

“Keep on bragging, come on! You are pretty, and it wasn’t a lie. If I have a face like yours, I would be a K-Pop idol right now or what, be popular and attack every ones hearts with my gorgeous visuals. Do you have any talent?”

“I can sing.”

“See! Perfect for you!” Joy was amused.

“I don’t see that you’ll be needing mine, unnie. You’re beautiful as well.”

“Aish, you! Oh. I haven’t heard anyone saying that other than my husband. You understand the assignment, babe!” She gestured a blowing kiss. “Thank God you and my brother are different, I can’t stand that idiot’s arrogance. Always making me a target of his antics, do you know he rather calls me a retard?”

“Uhh… I really don’t expect that he does that.”

“Hah! He got you fooled as well, isn’t he? My brother is a moron, that’s what he is. Now you know, and you’ll be thanking me much once you get to be closer with him a lot more and you started to notice how goofy he is.”

Both of them laughed with the repeated roasts about YN behind his back, until it lowered and Joy sighed in delight before looking back at Irene. “No, but seriously speaking. I love my brother so much. Was he the first person you get to be close with after you moved here?”

“Yes.”

“Great, you got to come across with a great person like YN. Believe me, with every help and sacrifice he gave for me, I wouldn’t be here right now living peacefully with my two kids here. He’s the reason why I’m so grateful to have this life right now despite of the problems I’ve been into, he’s always right there by my side.

And I know it’ll be the same for his friends like you. Do you know that out of all the people he meet around here, you were the only one that became successful to have him repeatedly mention you everytime he comes at home after working at your shop, that’s when I knew that you are a wonderful person and looking at you up close, I never doubted him.

I don’t want to be too emotional with this but… please know that you have to trust my brother. He has it all, I swear. Consider yourself lucky already that you meet a man like him, because he won’t hesitate to cheer you up, assist you when you need it, and most importantly… to accept you with open arms.”

Joy’s speech made Irene froze as every words struck into her, relatable and convincing it sounded. Her times with YN had her revisiting and not a single information that Joy used to describe her beloved brother was a lie. She saw it all and it seems that it wasn’t the entirety of it yet.

The desire to discover more of him is pushing her again to do it. Her thought were interrupted when they heard the gate close.

As she turned her head around and stood up, YN appeared on the door frame. Both of them saw each other, their mouth gaped slightly at the surprise of seeing themselves in a new place, before their reactions displayed an uplifted grin.

“I-Irene? What brings you here?”

“Just wanted to see you.” She answered shortly which made his chest heavy in overwhelm.

ACT 4

YN stayed up until night at Irene’s shop, eager to replenish the remaining sections of the shop in his last day of helping for the construction. It was bittersweet for Irene, she knew the outcome of what her shop is finally going to be would be exciting but the realization that it would be his final day of his daily stay in her property had her put into a gloomy mood as well.

She didn’t want to disrespect YN’s dedication in his work, she could only show and project his bright demeanor as he is just as thrilled as she is for the finishing touch of the flower shop’s design. Her mixed emotions would then return when he turns his back around and return on his work.

The words that came from this two siblings were now helping her to contemplate about the decision she’s going to make. How she received the message of their advice were battling for dominance to see what’s going to motivate Irene to conclude the heaviness of thoughts and feelings she’s carrying for this man.

She closed her eyes as she stepped out of the room to get some air, seething the calmness and serene environment to help her focus what is it going to be. There, she slow understood that to ensure that she’s going to pick the right thing, she had to be fully committed to it without any regrets, not even a sign of negativity.

Then she reflected back on her past, she had a lot of worst scenarios to encounter and endure because of the truth that she is gay and now transitioned into a transgender woman from her parents, neighbors, old friends, etc. It was hard for her to make them explain this new version of her and to rebuild that connection they once had, but to no avail, and it eats her up until now that it’s making her feel and think that her decision ruined her life when she thought it was for her sake of becoming free and better.

She felt selfish of what others may feel, inconsiderate of how they would take this information, and a traitor for betraying the perspective they had on her. If she has to make a decision that will never haunt her for its consequences, then her mind is now made up.

She won’t let history repeat itself again. This is about forgetting the past and focusing on her present situation. She’s going to confess at YN tonight.

“And it’s done!” YN exclaimed as he attached one last screw to wrap up his duty for Irene’s shop. “You can start your business anytime soon. How was it?”

“Just like what I wanted it to be.” Irene roamed her eyes around in awe, she couldn’t believe it that another dream of hers has came to life, thanks to YN. “Well done, YN. This is awesome.”

“You’re welcome.” YN nodded. “So uhm, I guess you’re going now for deliveries next.”

“Yeah.”

“Just tell me when are you gonna open, alright? I could help you set things up. It doesn’t mean that my job around here is done I’ll let things in control just by yourself. If… that’s okay for you.”

“Oh o-okay, I’ll remember that.” Irene smiled.

After she closed the shop and hide her newly polished place from the eyes of the public, YN and Irene looked at each other. Time is shrinking as Irene waits for the perfect opportunity to do it.

“So uhh, I’ll see you again if I can.” YN said. “Good night, Irene!”

“Wait, I want to say something to you also.” Irene stopped him from walking. “It’s not about the shop, it’s… another that has been filling up inside of me since then,”

“Well, look at you. There you go, finally opening up to me.” YN was exhilarated, stepping closer at her which made her flinch a bit in shyness. “I’m all ears.”

“Yeah, I thought about what you’ve told me last time about… sharing what’s bothering me and not letting it just bottled up within me.” Irene stated. “But it’s more of about you telling me that I was honest to you.” YN kept on listening.

“I did say that, why? Is there anything wrong to it?”

“Yeah but it’s more of me to be blamed with because… I felt like I was being honest enough to you yet.” Irene said. “I thought that if you could share your past struggles in your personal life, that means you trust me and… now that we’re friends, that’s what it’s all about right? Giving back the kind treatment that others were doing to make us feel.

:YN… I hope you won’t distance yourself from me when I tell you this.”

“About what?” YN asked. “This is getting suspense ain’t gonna lie, seems like you’re about to drop some biggest secret that you were hiding. I mean, it’s okay though it’s not actually that I;m forcing you-”

“No wait please, quiet for a second and let me be.” YN zips his mouth, feeling like he got scolded. “Sorry.” “No, I trust you, YN. Believe me, that’s why I’m ready to do this. It’s just that there’s something that makes me afraid when I finally say it to you… that I’m a transgender.”

YN’s hand covering his mouth dropped first before his jaw slowly slipped downwards after what he just heard. His eyes slightly largened in surprise.

“What I fear is that now you know, you’ll avoid me just like everybody else. I only got to tell you this because I was motivated by what you said to me and what your sister told me about you too, that I’m lucky to have a friend like you. That’s why I don’t want to secure myself from these walls I built around me through these years now that I find a person that is wholeheartedly nice to me and someone that I… am interested with.”

“Irene… you do?”

Irene lowered her head and lured her gaze away in embarrassment. “It’s been weeks now that I’ve begun to feel different whenever you’re near. Your presence, I feel so alive when you’re around me.”

“I didn’t want to be what I think I’ve became when everyone that is close to me rejected me because of my identity. I don’t want to betray, to be selfish, and doubtful of you. I’ve been through enough.” A tear flowed in her cheek brought by the overwhelming emotions urging her burden to affect her. “I just wanted to be seen as a good and a normal person.”

Not long after, shadow on the ground merged around his, and suddenly she felt his embrace wrap around her fragile self. “Come on, I thought it would be threatening or something for me to be aware. Irene, you don’t have to be scared either because you are transgender or you’re feeling more of me. I accept you for whatever makes this entirety of you. That’s what it matters, being real and true to yourself. Even me, I would rather be hated for something that I am than be loved for something that I’m not. I get you, it’s tiring to keep on fooling yourself just to please people.

And you don’t have to do that to me. For me, whatever I see through you and now what I’ve learned of you. It didn’t changed a single thing. You’re still attractive to my eyes.”

YN felt his hand shiver when Irene began sobbing on his gentle grasp. “I’m sorry for what they’ve done to you. They don’t deserve you. I’m glad that our fate led to us meeting, because now you got to meet someone who will accept you. And I will be here always to stay as long you’re still the one I like.”

They stayed there for a few more minutes before Irene thought his care is enough. She leaned away and YN helped her wipe off her tears. “Feels good doesn’t it? To pour everything that causes you pain and torment.”

“It does. Thank you so much, YN.”

“Can I ask a very random question, I just became curious. What’s your original name when you were… you know, like me.”

“Bae Joosung.”

“Oh, and now… I suppose it’s Bae Irene?”

“Irene is actually my English name. I did surgery back in Sweden and stayed there for a couple of years. My current name now is Bae Joohyun.”

“Oh, interesting. Well they both sounded cute.” They both laughed. “So, Bae Joosung or should I call you Irene. Let me repeat this again, I can clearly say that I was not gay, but I am willing to be now and I’m not scared anymore to discover what is love again. You maybe a trans but I am not ashamed telling you that for the past months I’ve loved you, now even more for learning who you really are. I’m not ashamed by that so why should you, haven’t you already decided who you are now then why are you having that negative feeling, aren’t you wanna be loved?”

“I… I want you to.” She whispered.

“Then let me adore you. I’ll do it like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do.”

“But I can’t give you … you know, kids.” Irene concerningly mentioned.

“I can work on that … my noona and her husband … which unfortunately have passed away from an airplane crash leaving their kids behind…” YN cautiously explained

“Sooyoung-ah? O oh my god, I-I’m so sorry for that, YN.” Irene was flabbergasted at the revelation of YN’s sister’s tragic backstory.

“You two were already close for a short span, it was lovely watching those two messing around back then but now they’re just remnants of the past. Their kids, my two nephews and a niece are under our care. Well, it’s just me who currently acts as their father-figure being an uncle. Sooyoung would definitely appreciate if… an auntie like you can somehow join me to take care of them.”

“Say no more, YN. You got me on that.” Irene could only nod in agreement as both of them grinned widely at each other. They hugged again, their newfound relationship has helped them to settle their inner conflicts manifested by their challenges and heartbreaking experiences as they bravely departed into their desired future being together.

ACT 5

Months later, the gossips about YN and Irene’s relationship spread across the neighborhood including the truth of her being a transgender. To add the happiness that she’s receiving, everybody welcomed her still, and YN proudly watched her girlfriend get along with new acquaintances.

Irene also lived up to her promise of standing as the aunt and guardians for Sooyoung or Joy’s children with YN. Sooyoung was very thankful that the weight of her responsibility became even lighter because of her kindness of assistance. The kids already had a great impression to the two, and it was not a day where all of them go play around their houses.

What had them both in complete shock was the moment when Irene requested YN that they go to her childhood home to visit her family, both for the aim to ask for their blessing on their relationship and to seek acceptance as well. After couple of asks from YN is Irene is sure about this, she replied that she is and she wanted to do this.

They arrived at her house in the city. The maids allowed them in and for the first time in years, Irene got to meet her family again. She admittedly was scared and nervous to face them again, but with YN’s support beside her she has the courage now to confront them. To her surprise though, her parents immediately rushed to hug her and emotions broke from the longing and a proper closure of their longtime conflict. They finally greeted and claimed her as their ‘daughter’ and even allowed YN on their relationship.

A year afterwards, YN and Irene got married outside of South Korea and also decided that they want to have their own children to raise. They adopted two a young boy named Jinwoo into their family.

“Hahaha, what is it, Jinwoo-ah?” Irene asked her son tugging her dress while she waters the plants.

“Eomma, go help YN appa make kimchi stew, please! I’m hungry!” Jinwoo pleaded. She sighed and chuckled, she knew that her husband must be struggling again on cooking this dish.

Meanwhile inside their house, YN was about to prepare in the kitchen when she heard the door bell rang. He opened the door and there, his sister Joy and her friends who visited their humble abode.

“Oh hey YN, how is it being a dad?” Wendy asked as she saw his apron and some of the toys scattered on the food. “HAHAHA, no hard feelings, just joking, shit I went too far with that, am I? Sorry about it.” Wendy noticed her mistake as she saw his deadpanned reaction.

“Hey, it’s okay and yes I’m fine raising kids unlike you with your single, no boyfriend since birth ass.” YN hissed and lets out a smug smile before turning around as he lets the girls in.

“Aish this brat, that hurts you know!” Wendy grumpily complained.

“Hahaha!” Joy laughed at how defeated Wendy looked after getting teased back.

“Good one, oppa! … ehh, is that your wife?” Yeri turned to the woman who is being pulled inside by their son from the yard.

“Woah, she’s gorgeous, why should I be surprised?” Seulgi

“Well, girls, I had Joy call you all here ‘cause I know my lady here will be more comfortable with that rather than a bunch of dudes to invite in the house.”

“How about you?” Irene asked him.

“Me? I got my boys here.” He said as he patted his son and his two nephews. “Who’s up for basketball?” They all shouted “Me!”

As they left the scene, they all laughed. “Aish, I was supposed to just help him cook kimbap and now he’s gone.” Irene shook her head. “Hi everyone, I’m Bae Joohyun or Irene and it’s nice to meet you girls.” she greeted at her lovely visitors.

“Hello! Wait, have we met before?” Wendy asked.

“I don’t know, maybe? You all seem familiar as well.” Irene chuckled sheepishly.

“Who knows? Maybe we know each other from our past lives.” Yeri winked.

“Yah, like what are we? Some sort of a girl group?” Joy humorously commented.

“That would be cool.” Seulgi shrugged. Irene could only laugh at them, they don’t know yet that they were actually her batchmates except Joy that she knew back when they were in college. Such coincidence had her both astonished and ecstatic to meet some few people who have been kind for her even just for a short time of knowing them before.

“Oh yeah, please take a seat. I’ll prepare us all a lunch.” Irene excused her guests and before she went to the kitchen, she stopped by to watch her beloved husband play with the kids. Seeing him made her feel very thankful of this new life that she chose… in which YN changed for the better. === END ===

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So.

The Octavinelle manga update.

I have. No normal person way of communicating how important this is to me.

So you'll just have to bare with me.

THIS IS EVERYTHING. I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH. OHHH THE MUSEUM SCENE IS GONNA KRILL ME........

GUYS WTFFFFF LOOK ATHEMMM FKWJHSJSDND SMFBSDBJWJD. KRILL ME RN

THEY BOTH GREW UP IN A FAMILY RESTAURANT AND BOTH LOVE GOOD FOOD. AZUL'S BEEN STATED SO MANY TIMES TO BE A GOURMET CHAT. IM TELLING YOU TH

Im not ok im not normal they're so kitchen songs tessa violet.

LOOK AT HIM LIKE GETTING ALL EMBARRASSED AND SJIT IM GONNA DIEEEEEE

I have many many thoughts thanks to one piece and dungeon meshi about. Food. And like showing care through that and it. And enjoying food being so directly tied to enjoying life.

Idk if that makes any sense im not thinking regular human person thoughts rn

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Yuuta.... This is everything ive ever wanted

AND AND AND LOOK LOOK AT HIN LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS W THE ACCEPTANCE LETTER...

THEYRE SO LAYING IT ON THICK W THE HOUSEWARDENS PARALLELING THE HEROES AND THE VILLAINS AT THE SAME TIME THATS LITERALLY ARIEL'S COVE.

IM ON MY KNEES I SWEAR IM BUYING MULTIPLE COPIES OF THIS AS SOON AS THE PHYSICAL MANGA IS OUT.

Hes so perfect and important to me i cant even articulate wtf BUT WAIT THERES MORE.

THISS?? IS THE PICTURE CHAT.... WEVE WAITED SO LONG FOR IT AND HERE IT IS..... HE LOOKS LIKE A CHIIKAWA CHARACTER IM UNWELL.... BABYYYYYY HIS LITTLE BAG IS CONCH SHAPED IM GONNA CRYYYYUYYUUUEUUEUUU BABY AZUL LOOKING UP TO THE SEAWITCH BC SHE WAS AN OCTOPUS LIKE HIM AND GETTING A LITTLE CONCH SHAPED BAG?? SOBBING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES RN

ALSO POST OVERBLOT AZUL HAVING TO BE HELD BACK BY JADE WHO'S USING BOTH HANDS TO KEEP HIM THERE IS SO FUNNY TO ME 😭💕💕💕

AND AND AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST....

They... Th look at Yuuta chat...

THEYRERHDE THEYRE FRIENDS TH AOUGHUOUGHHH

I love azuyuu i wish gay ppl were real

OUGHOUGHH IM NOT OK ILL NEED LIKE 20-25 BUSINESS DAYS TO PROCESS THIS INFORMATION......

#twisted wonderland #Octavinelle manga #twst #twst manga #octavinelle #twst book 3 #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x yuu #yuuta mito #azul Ashengrotto x yuuta mito

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plaidcowboy · 2 days ago

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kansas anymore ( the longest goodbye ) — role model

( notes ) eeee omg i’ve been wanting to do album themed bot release for so long! this is literally my favorite album these past months, i love tucker down. i did a lot of characters that ive never done before trying to spice things up. i’d love to have feedback on this. thank u all sm for the support. i love u!

track one — ( writings on the wall )

୨🌪️៹ donnie darko — ‘dads on the phone and he’s lecturing me, ‘bout a girl that he met back when he was nineteen.’ donnie, his father and his bestfriend all having a realistic conversation about his toxic girlfriend.

track two — ( look at that woman )

୨🌪️៹ patrick bateman — ‘damn honey, look at you go. look at that woman, breaking my heart.’ watching his ex from a distance at a business party, still so deeply in love with her.

track three — ( scum bag )

୨🌪️៹ jonathan byers — ‘i’m a scumbag, i’m a setback, im a stain on the kitchen floor. but you stand by me.’ getting high sometimes means all your thoughts coming to light, especially jonathans thoughts of insecurity.

track four — ( oh, gemini )

୨🌪️៹ spencer reid — ‘i’ll remember your face from time to time, i’ll remember that taste of cheap red wine, i’ll remember those days i called you mine.’ visiting the bar where you had your first date, spencer runs into his ex, both of you here for the same reason.

track five — ( frances )

୨🌪️៹ benedict bridgerton — ‘at the end of the day, i’m just happy i could say she was mine.’ after your parting due to status issues, benedict releases a poem book, every word being publicly read all about you.

track six — ( superglue )

୨🌪️៹ rafe cameron — ‘we’re gonna make it through. a little bit of superglue, stick by my side.’ gentle apologies and reassurance as rafe finally notices the crumbling of your relationship, wanting to make things right.

track seven — ( the dinner )

୨🌪️៹ felix catton — ‘swear they wouldn’t even notice if i never even showed, take me home.’ going to your boyfriends house for dinner to meet his parents for the first time reveals the difference in your status, felix in a cold rich family and you in the exact opposite.

track eight — ( deeply still in love )

୨🌪️៹ patrick zweig — ‘i’m sorry but i’m deeply still in love, in love with you now. yes ma’am.’ pathetic man crashing your wedding, getting down on his hands and knees to beg for your love back!

track nine — ( slut era interlude )

୨🌪️៹ bruce wayne — ‘i don’t like you, but i’d like you to spend the night. i’m going through it girl, could you do it girl?’ pulling himself out of bed to go to the club, trying to recover from his heartbreak as he brings home a random hookup.

track ten — ( so far gone )

୨🌪️៹ michael berzatto — ‘if you wanted me to go, you should have told me. so far gone, so lonely.’ mikey picking you up shitfaced drunk from a club, beer being your self remedy to a heartbreak. crying in mikey’s car.

track eleven — ( slipfast )

୨🌪️៹ jj maybank — ‘oh my god what i’d pay to just, run away from this. let me pay for it later.’ leaving behind your responsibilities and honestly bad-for-you boyfriend to spend the day with your bestfriend. slipping away from your duties to live in the moment.

track twelve — ( compromise )

୨🌪️៹ hughie campbell — ‘you deserve a happy ever after don’t you? after all the tears you’ve cried, don’t you compromise.’ not wanting you to settle for anything less than what you deserve, hughie changes himself for you.

track thirteen — ( something, somehow, someday )

୨🌪️៹ will graham — ‘he’s a loose cannon, foolish man who needs some medication. she’s a shoe-tied, bluesky honeymoon vacation. but i believe they’re meant to be.’ crying in your lap about what he feared the most being brought to life, not being good enough for you.

track fourteen — ( old recliners )

୨🌪️៹ natalie scatorccio — ‘i remember when the days were long, old recliners in the yard. kicking heels up to her favorite song, all the boys were playing cards.’ living with your ex after her return from the wilderness, battling with your own romantic emotions.

track fifteen — ( sally, when the wine runs out )

୨🌪️៹ anakin skywalker — ‘i’ll buy a couple of rounds. don’t let me think i’m enough, then disappear when the wine runs out.’ taking a break from the brutal jedi training to have a drink. spotting a cute, possible hookup.

track sixteen — ( some protector )

୨🌪️៹ sam winchester — ‘am i still worried about you? why, yes i am and i always will be some protector.’ sam watching you from a distance, the alcohol bringing him straight to your house in the late hours of the night.

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mrsfudd · 2 days ago

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Acquainted.

hii, this is my first post on here. This is a short story about abt paige beuckers.

warnings: smut, one night stand, slight stalking, teasing, degradation idk what else to put.

1.4k words.

Friday, 8:52 pm

"Dude just come out tonight, you've been cooped up in this room for weeks" Ellie said while throwing a pillow at me.

"Alright alright, what time are we leaving" I said with an annoyed expression on my face.

"10, hurry the fuck up" Ellie said turning into her room.

Ellie is my amazing roommate, she had also became my therapist after I found my girlfriend of 2 years cheating on me in an empty lecture hall. We met here at Uconn and I thought we had the best relationship but obviously not. I let my social life go to shit and have only been to

class and back for a little too long. As annoyed as I am, Im happy Ellies dragging me to this party.

10:02 pm

"Bitchhh, you look so fucking good" Ellie said watching me come out my room.

" You know I had to step out" I said while sticking my tongue out.

I had on a short denim dress and if I was being honest my ass was definitely poking out.

10:31, at the club

"A double shot of Titos please" I said to the bartender trying to speak over the music, it was so loud I could feel it.

While im waiting for my drink a tall, dark figure appears next to me.

"Can I get a bottle of don?" She asks while finishing off her drink.

I look up at her and my stomach immediately drops as I notice who it really was. Paige motherfucking Beuckers. I wanted to make eye contact with Ellie but she was long gone on the dance floor with whoever. I quickly look down, sipping my drink.

"Hey gorgeous, whats your name?" Paige said while sitting next to me. She had a little smirk on her face, I wanted to kiss it right off her.

"Hi, im Y/N" I said keeping my composure, shes so sexy. I kept on sipping my drink as I feel my face heating up. I couldn't even make eye contact with her.

"Do you normally not look at people when you talk" She said leaning down getting more in my face.

"Yup" I said while getting up, smiling. I hope she plays along.

While im walking away I could feel her eyes on me. Terrified to turn around I found a spot on the dance floor. I spotted Ellie, gave her a wink and started dancing. After a few seconds I gave paige a glance. She never took her eyes off me. She was mesmerized. I look back her and she was gone. Confused I just start finishing my drink when I feel warm breath on my neck.

"Can I dance with you" Paige whispered into my ear.

I turn my head to lock eyes with her and say "Yes, please"

I barely took a breath when Paiges large hands settled onto my waist. I start to sway and grind to the beat. Our bodies clashing and sweat dripping as we dance for what it seems hours. The packed club seemed empty with Paige on me. It felt as if it was just me and her. I get a text and pull my phone out of my bra. Its from Ellie.

Ellie baby 😇: I see youuuu, is that who i think it is bro???

You: It is, if we dont go home tg yk why 😉

I put my phone back in my bra and kept letting Paige's hands explore my body until she asked. "You wanna get some air".

As hot as I was, I got chills thinking about me and Paige being alone. I could be real bold in a public setting but being alone was a different story.

I quickly nodded and Paige grabbing my hand leading me to the door.

She walks to her car, never letting go of my hand. She leans up against the side. I stand infront of her, maybe a little too close.

"You look nice" I blurted out not knowing what to say.

Paige chuckled, shes so cocky.

"Thank you mama but you look better" She said resting her hands back on my waist.

Subconsciously I get closer to her. Wanting to feel more.

I keep eye contact as I start to play with the buttons on Paiges shirt.

"Mmm, C'mere" She said pulling me in more, slowly bringing her lips to mine just not kissing me.

Dying at the tension, I smash our lips together. Her hands move down from my waist to my ass. Gripping it not so gently. Her kisses become rougher as she feels me moan into her mouth. She goes into her pocket and unlocks her car.

"Get in" She said walking away from me.

With little to no hesitation I get in the car. Her luxurious all black car smelt so good. Like her.

She puts on Acquainted by The weekend. I check the time on the dashboard. Its now 12:52.

Paige rolls down the windows, the cool feels so good on my skin. She looks so sexy driving. I wonder where this night is going to lead to.

Im looking out the window as I feel Paiges soft touch. Her hand on my inner thigh, a little too close to my panties. Wanting to tease her, I start to grind against her fingers. Hearing her chuckle fueled me even more. Her long fingers started to rub my clit through the cloth, making me moan. Before I knew it, We were at Paiges dorm.

Before I could even say anything Paige shut the door, pinning me down the wall and putting her mouth into mine. Her knee rested between my legs, slowly grinding into me. Her hand surrounded my whole neck and she started to kiss down my neck. Nibbling and biting me, hearing me wince then soothing it with her tongue. My hands started to travel under her shirt, feeling her toned, strong body and getting turned on even more. Her hand starting to replace her knee, touching me so softly I could barely feel it.

"More" I let out in a breathy moan

"Yeah baby? Whatever the princess wants she gets" Paige said while picking me up in a swift motion, sits me on her bed and gets on her knees.

"Lets undress you pretty girl" She said while looking up at me with a hungry look.

She started at my feet, unbuckling my heels and tossing them to the side. Her strong hands went up my thighs and up my dress to pull off my panties. Seeing the wet piece of fabric made her moan as she started to unbutton and zip down my dress leaving me completely exposed to her.

"Fuck where have you been all my life" Paige said while she started to kiss down my body.

When she got to my aching pussy she slowed down. She slowly spread my legs, kissing my inner thighs. I started to buck my hips, wanting more.

"You're such a little slut mama, beg and ill give you what you want" Paige said.

Desperate, I start to beg.

"p-please Paige, touch me. I need you" I say trying to control myself.

Paiges hand continued to roam my body as her breath was making my pussy jump.

"Hmm should I really give it to you, Im not sure if you deserve it" Paige teases.

"Paige, please ill be such a good girl for you" I say.

"Oh yeah? Prove it then" She said standing up, towering over me.

I slowly start to move my hands down my body, teasing my nipples and never breaking eye contact with the blonde.

My hand reaches my pussy, I started to rub small circles into my clit and letting out pornographic moans.

The look of pure lust in Paiges eyes as she watched me is something ill never forget. It hadn't even been a full minute until she pulled my hands off and started to devour my pussy.

I grab a handful of her hair and start grinding back into her. She starts to pump two fingers into me, making me throw my head back as her long fingers repeatedly hit my g spot.

Im closer and closer to the edge and Paige noticed.

"Cum for me slut, cum all of my face" She said with her eyes piercing up at me.

I listen and release all on her and her bed spread.

She cleans her face and me up. The last thing I remember was cuddling her and her hands rubbing me up and down.

3:02 pm, you and Ellies dorm

Im still so groggy from the night before, as im filling up the tub I get a text.

Maybe Paige Beuckers: Hey stranger, miss you already pretty.

and that was just the start.

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers smut #uconn wbb #wnba #paige bueckers

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thewisewill80sbyers · 2 days ago

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I didn't know bylers shippers existed hehe, what makes you think Mike likes Will? Im really curious

Ohhhh, thank you for giving me the opportunity to repost this, I wrote it for the old blog, but it's a neat summary, so I'll reuse it lmao

these are more or less the main reasons:

I personally think there are some scenes in the show and there are some choices that the writers made that are telling us that the plot of the show is going towards Will getting a "pay off", in terms of writing, at the end of the show and Mike and El finding out they are better as friends instead and Mike discovering he has romantic feelings for Will

The writers have emphasized Will's sadness in relation to Mike and El as a couple both thematically and visually, in the writing & filming of the show there are too many scenes like this especially in season 3 and 4 they have made it clear that he will never be happy if Mike and El are the endgame relationship, even during Mike's love monologue after he supposedly decided that he was ok with El having his own feelings for Mike by saying that the painting was a thoughtful gift from El when it wasn't... They put a shot of Will's sad face in the middle of the monologue, and also he was framed behind Mike when he said "I love you" which in film is a EXTREMELY weird choice unless it means something more is going on that should make us not want El and Mike's relationship to work - the writers have been sabotaging the emotional connection of the fans with mileven by doing this and I don't think that professional filmmakers don't know that, I think it's on purpose!

The writers have shown Mike and Will as having a deeper relationship than all the other relationships Mike has, putting him in the same category of El as one of his possible love interests in the plot, they have multiple scenes bonding in a tender way than Mike has with any other of his friends, they happen in private usually or in emotionally charged moments that they film to make you as a viewer feel like they are in private and show how they have this connection that's more than just friendship

The writers have wrote in the show since season 1 MANY parallels between Mike and Will and other official couples (Mileven too!!!) that are, in my opinion, hinting at them ending up together at the end of the show

You can find most of the parallels here! (I have to finish re-uploading them all here, ugh)

The writers have continously shown El and Mike to have some kind of problem in their relationship and made El decide to leave Mike behind multiple times even if to save his life because she loves him, the writers have been showing us how Mike is not her PLOT priority and instead they have put having a romantic relationship with Mike as Will's deepest desire since season 3

The writers are building up El's character to have a coming of age that has recurrent themes of her finding herself without the influence of others around her, her becoming completely free from any kind of influence, and Mike has been represented as having too many internal fears to overcome at the moment about their relationship, especially with the love monologue at the end of season 4, he has beliefs about himself as a person that clash with El's character arc about not having to feel influenced in any way, the end of the show for El should be her having complete freedom in all aspects of her life because of the circumstances of her upbringing... Not saying that Mike is influencing her in a bad way necessarily, I think they both love each other a lot but having a relationship with someone that is that much insecure about his role in your life because you have powers will always be a type of influence

The writers have shown Mike and El as not being a team at the same level by separating them constantly after s1, instead they have shown the other couples that work as working together in the supernatural plot (Jancy, Jopper, Lumax, Byler)

The writers have paralleled Mike and El's relationship to all the ships that are not working for some reasons/are not endgame and have more infatuation than a real "true love" kind of relationship (Steve x Nancy, Karen X Ted, Bob x Joyce)

The writers have wrote in multiple scenes of Mike acting awkward with Will (Mike!!! Not Will) or them having coded conversations about how much they care for each other that have no sense to exist unless there is a pay off at the end

The writers have presented El, Mike and Will as being in a love triangle and have been framing them in a love triangle composition in the framing of multiple scenes, with Mike at the centre

When during season 4 the writers talked about all the movies that have inspired season 4 and 5 they have put multiple movies with love triangles that are almost identical to the situation between Mike, El and Will

Will and Mike have multiple fight scenes that are scenes you give to two possible love interests usually, the way the fight happen is written as two lovers having emotional fights instead of as how you would write two friends fighting

The writers wrote in the show a precise parallel in all the scenes of Vickie and Robin... between them and Will and Mike, paralleling Mike to Vickie specifically... who is a canon bisexual character and even paralleling Steve and Jonathan in that context as observers of the couples!

The directors filmed their scenes how you would film romantic scenes in stuff like Bridgerton or a romcom lol

The whole painting scene was Will making Mike feel so loved that he felt comfortable being vulnerable with El, but this means he was still not comfortable on his own relationship with her, he didn't feel safe enough to open up on his own and needed that talk and needed to believe all of those ideas about him being the heart came from Eleven so that he made the jump and told her how he felt instead of being selfishly silent on it because he was too afraid of her possibly leaving him one day... When you are really deeply in love with someone in the context of movies the characters don't let those type of fears influence them and if what gives him courage is the feelings of another character in the love triangle it means he's the right person for the character

( idk if you saw gossip girl, but there was a love triangle situation between Blair, Dan and another character where Dan made Blair believe the other character felt some type of way towards her, she understood that she loved Dan because of this act because she wanted those words to be from him and not from the other guy… The whole painting lie is that same trope)

The writers are obsessed with IT from Stephen King and there are clear parallels with it in the show, the whole plot of s4 about the painting is a reprise of the plot between the romantic relationship of Bev and Ben in IT (with the postcard and the poem) Beverly is supposed to be Mike, Ben is Will and Bill is El.... Mike and El share a kiss at the end of season 3 that is supposed to parallel a kiss between Bill and Bev (they did love each other and liked each other but are not endgame)

Both Will and Mike are queercoded multiple times during the seasons, rainbows around them, queer coded lines of dialogue, being framed inside closets etc etc

There are WAYYYY more reasons, but this post is becoming too long so I'll leave it as this lol

You should rewatch the show and imagine if Will was a girl, I think many people would be seeing what I'm talking about way more and take it as a sign that Mike is going to choose "Willow" and see how Will is the better love interest for him…

Maybe it's all just queerbaiting, who knows, but at the moment I believe this is way too much for it to be queerbait!

I personally think Mike is bisexual -> the power point I made about it

and has feelings for both of them, but his feelings for El have always been a "puppy love" type that is growing to become more platonic than romantic with time, and I think he's a better match with Will, I think Will is able to make him be the best person he can be, he's capable of making Mike feel worthy in a very natural way unlike the relationship with El does at the moment!

Thank you if you read all of this, regardless of what I believe, I think everybody should be free to ship what ship they like best!! 😊

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #w80s #byler proof #ask #bi mike wheeler

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chugging-antiseptic-dye · 16 hours ago

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Worth It 👑

“But I've left no room in my heart to turn back. So if we're wrong, let's be wrong together.”

pairing: stable boy! jun x young lady! reader

word count: 1.2k

genre: non-idol au, slight regency elements, inspired by jun’s cover of ‘worth it’, no happy ending, angstx3

notes: part of my collaboration for angst olympics. check out the full masterlist to read works from all the amazing authors! special thanks to my love, @studioeisa for beta-ing at the speed of light and for making the banner <3 bold lines are direct translation of jun's worth it.

You taught him all about silk.

The silk which you can’t live without, which is all you wear; the silken weave of your hair, the silky texture of your favourite pudding; and the colour of your eyes. A silk of maize. Underneath the silken rays of the early morning sun, your laugh makes the flowers dance in joy,

Days of the weeks blended into months which turned into years that run amok and both of you are now only shadows of the kids you once were. However, Jun was still the responsible one. He had to be. His whole life was spent taking care of an overworked, chronically sick mother and a carefree tactless friend. You, on the other hand, bloomed into the graceful lady of Fenheart City. Who would even look at you and think that once you roughhoused with the street children in Southern slums where Jun still lives in.

Nowadays, the only stolen moments you two can catch are during your daily morning ride. Your parents commend you for still taking the stableboy for your safety but only the two of you know you can outrace Jun anyday. He still has to hold the reins of your horses with his head bowed down so that the guards don’t catch a worthless scum talking to the lady. Especially when there are new envoys and servants all around. Jun can’t afford a sliver of rumours with his mom’s medicine getting more expensive by day. Only the efforts of the young lord of Starfall, the Ashwind church, and the Western Garrison, kept the borders relatively peaceful for medicine traders to cross over.

As part of his new habit over the last six months, Jun said a quick prayer for the good health of Starfall’s lord when you fly into his arms. His hands instinctively wrap around your waist before he finds the sanity of mind to push you away.

“Are you insane? We are in public.” He hissed.

“Fuck being in public. Do you know what those envoys are for?” You sounded hysterical. Scratch that. You were hysterical. A dull pain reverberated in his heart when Jun realized that you were distressed and there was nothing he could do to help you. Helplessness, thy name is Wen Junhui.

“Why are they here?” He asked softly, eerily similar to how he soothed young colts.

You stare into him with empty eyes, swaying back and forth on your feet. A voice so distant to you that you don’t even realize that it’s yours, say, “Father finalized my marriage to the new Lord of Starfall. He promised the stretch of forest borderning their fortier town in return for extra protection for Fenheart. Our marriage will seal the deal.”

You start to giggle and don’t seem to stop. Jun found his teeth clenched together. Just as he finished processing what you said, you snatched his hands and pressed them to your chest.

“I got it,” Eyes blazing, you announce. “Let’s run away together.”

Jun tried to tug his hands free. “Let go of my hand.”

“No. Don't ask that of me. Jun, you can’t ask that of me.” Both of you know why he can’t. What was once a puppy love turned into a devoted one a few summers back. There was no one who knew your soul more than Jun. Both of you never thought about another person. Still, Jun was used to never getting the things he wanted: a bed not made out of hay, a horse of his own, you.

“You know this is wrong, right? We both have responsibilities we can't run from. I have my mother to look after too.” There. He tried his best to be rational.

“You say these things but you are still here. Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you don't want me. I know that this is wrong. I know we are disappointing so many people. But I've left no room in my heart to turn back. So, if we're wrong, let's be wrong together.”

“You won't regret me?” His best effort isn’t enough. Rationality had no place for souls intertwined.

“I like to think that our love and our mistakes are all worth it. Even if the result is chaos, it will count for something. So, steal me away, lover boy.”

For the first time in his life, Jun let himself hope.

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜

The doors of the City Lord’s study slammed closed, and so did the kindle of hope he nursed for the last few days. Everyone knew that when you went into the study, you came out a changed man. And Jun knew before being thrown in there that he won’t be the same boy anymore.

And he wasn’t. Not when he was whipped for every word you wrote in your goodbye letter to your parents. Not when his mother had to slam her forehead hard enough against the stone floor that it stained crimson to beg for your life. Not when he agreed to let you watch him give you up for money that will set him up for life. He left a shell of the boy he once was. The boy that would have never given you up. The boy that wouldn’t have chosen practicality over devotion.

Even as they are dragging you away, creating furrows in the soft earth caused by your stubborn feet, you can't help but scream to him. Jun! Jun, please. Please. please. Don't let them take me away. You can't. YOU CAN'T.

Jun says nothing. His hands are already stained. Whether the pouch of gold is heavier than his conscience is between him and the silent forest.

He shouldn't feel guilty. He doesn't owe you anything. He can never owe you anything because there was never a possibility of crossing the chasm, of building a life with you.

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜

Jun moves. Well, he has the money now. Why shouldn’t he?

He moves three days away from the border of Starfall and marries a nice, homely local girl whose father owns the most popular taravan. She is enamoured by the handsome new trader and quick on her feet. And that’s enough for Jun. He needs someone who can take care of his mother and share his hardships. (You hated doing chores. You promised that you would start doing them the moment he married you.)

It’s been 10 years and Jun is a household name for best quality silk at the cheapest price. He has five branches in different cities, and yet, at the end of the month, he personally goes to a non-descript town just inside the border to deliver their maudlin amount of silk for the cloth shops.

When his wife, now handsomely aged and with even more handsome manners, asks him why he doesn't send a servant to deliver those goods (doesn’t it tire you, my love?), he tells her it’s about respecting how much they contributed to his business at the start. I settled here with nothing, madame.

He doesn’t tell her about the beer he drinks at the only taravan in that town. He doesn’t tell her how he slips a few coins to the innkeeper to tell him about the current situation of Starfall and its lordship.

He won’t tell her he waits with bated breath about one sliver of news about its Lady. He won’t tell her he still looks for signs that you are content. He can’t tell her he never stopped loving you.

He has everything now. His mother is healthy and loves to babysit her grandchildren.

He still doesn’t know if it’s worth it.

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minorlyatfault · 7 hours ago

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and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars from vi

ᰔ pairing . . . s. reid!

ᰔ with . . . a reader who also works at the fbi !

ᰔ category . . . fluff , one - shot !

ᰔ in which . . . you’re off-duty, he’s missing, & you storm in like a freaking hurricane. he’s sipping juice. & smiling. at you.

ᰔ look around . . . m. list && criminal minds m. list

ᰔ TAGS . . . fluff. cherry girl is the bau's nickname for reader. like a jane austen heroine but w/ a gun( lol ). emotional damage wrapped in silk ribbon. homemade juice & threats of violence. unconditional love w/ bite. he’s a cardigan & she's a storm. high-speed chase powered by rage & affection. love that kicks down doors. emotionally intelligent murder threats. reid being soft like he invented it. trauma but make it domestic. kisses like confessions. “she’ll come for me” as a love language. he drinks juice boxes( he likes yours better ). ooc. mentions of marriage. mentions of having sex,, if you squint. russhhhhed ending. spencer is being spoiled,, if you squint( again but harder )

────── vi whispers . . . ᰔ

001. fic was based on this post by @/dearlenore ! but like,,, there r parts i forgot to add ( the isn't she a delight one ) 😞😞

002. aaaa,,, i honestly found this ooc,,, im so sorry 😞😞 idkdidkiidk.

003. but i kept this vv spoiler free so im happy 😋😋

004. vv short tho,, probs 1k+ words.

005. i've been eating @/dearlenore's fics lately &&& yummmmmmmmmm

006. ,, i honestly js needed the bau to fill in the le gasps so im pretty sure they're ooc idk

007. also also,, thank miss kj for bringing me back to my criminal minds phase. i genuinely forgot it existed because i was introduced to voltron a looongg long time ago 😞

008. heiwh. my a/n r like me & my mood swings

you knew something was off the second penelope garcia's voice cracked over the phone.

"we… we lost reid."

you didn't question. didn't wait for instructions. you didn't even recall picking up your badge or how you found yourself behind the wheel. all you knew was spencer was gone, & you are not drinking your homemade juice until he gets the first sip.

because that man was everything to you.

sweet, lovely spencer, who had peppermint tea on the shelf just because you liked it. who read strange russian poetry in your ear when you couldn't sleep. who cradled your hand under the table at meetings like it was some kind of shared joke only the two of you shared. who always made you feel loved. spencer whom you wish to spend your entire life with. & now someone took him?

no▰no, no, no, no, no.

garcia had already given you the location. which means his kidnapping was▰what? hours ago? & they only told you now?

your car hardly stopped before you were out, slamming the door shut behind you. backup? plan? none.

the warehouse door swung open like it was in your debt.

"spencer!" you bellowed, your voice echoing through the building. "where is he?!"

some dude yelped from the other side of the room.

you didn't wait. gun up. heart pounding. "if you touched, i swear to god▰"

"whoa, whoa, shit! relax! i didn't even hurt him!" the unsub exclaimed, as if that excused it.

you kicked open the back room door so hard it creaked.

& there he was.

tied to a chair. not one scratch on him. drinking out of a juice box. ( your homemade juice definitely tasted better than that. )

he looked up, blinked, & then smiled at you like you were a jane austen heroine & he was finally on the last page.

"hi, sweetheart."

you nearly collapsed.

"what the hell," you panted, already hurrying to him. falling to your knees, scanning his face, his neck, his wrists▰anything. "are you okay? are you hurt?"

he shook his head, serene as always. "i'm fine. he just needed bargaining power. honestly? i think he regrets it."

you didn't even glance▰just nodded back at the unsub. "you're lucky you're a pussy.”

the guy whimpered.

right then, the other team members came charging in, ready for battle, only to stop. pause. to process▰what the fuck?

you were kneeling before reid, still holding his face as if he were going to evaporate if you let go.

he was staring at you like you hung the freaking stars.

the unsub? oh, he definitely regrets his decisions in life.

morgan blinked. "well, damn."

"i think i'm in love with her now." emily joked. but the shock on her voice was there.

jj could only mutter, "this is honestly better than any soap opera out there."

hotch stepped forward, unreadable but voice calm. "you okay, reid?"

spencer nodded, eyes only on you. "i am now."

later, at your apartment, he curled up in bed in his softest sweater( that you bought for him. ) you sat beside him, still too wired to sleep, fingers tracing lazy circles over his shoulder like you were making sure he was real.

"you could've died," you breathed.

"but i didn't," he replied softly.

you leaned forward, kissed his temple, his jaw, the end of his nose. "you're too calm."

he smiled a little. "i mean… i got kidnapped by a guy who thought duct tape was a good plan."

"you're not funny."

"i'm a little funny."

you frowned, but then crumpled & he caught you quickly.

"i didn't know if i'd see you again," you mumbled into his chest.

"you would have," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "i knew you'd come."

"how?"

he smiled, all crooked & soft & annoying in the way that made your heart ache. skip a beat. beat too fast. burst.

"because no one storms like you do."

you laughed, all wet & oh, so, so shattered. "storms don't get scared."

you kissed him hard for that. & again. & again. kissing him like you'd die if you didn't.

he cradled your face like you were holy. "even hurricanes have eyes, angel."

"&▰" kiss.

yeah, let's save the nerd jokes that will probably give you a heart attack tomorrow.

he let you. smiled into it. sleepy & soft & safe.

eventually, you crawled under the blanket with him, clinging like you'd never release him again. your heart rate slowed to sync with his.

right before you fell asleep, he whispered in your ear:

"i'll never stop choosing you."

"morning," emily said nonchalantly as spencer entered the office, cardigan on, curls a little messy. & clearly a man who'd been spoiled & kissed within an inch of his life.

"hey, lover boy," morgan chimed in, grinning like a psychopath.

spencer blinked. "…are we doing this already?"

jj didn't bother looking up. "cherry girl. that's it. it's official now."

"she does smell like cherries," garcia breathed from the tech room. "like a poisoned fruit basket when she's angry."

"you're just mad you didn't come up with it first," emily teased. "cherry girl. has range. sweetest thing alive▰until someone gets near her man."

"she actually threw a chair," morgan said, "not at anyone. just, like, as a warning. that's one hell of a cherry."

hotch passed by, didn't even glance up at his folder. "remember me to bring her for interviews next time. we'll divide our work into halves." gods, even hotch is participating in the teasing.

rossi looked out of his office. "never heard a suspect beg to go back to jail before."

spencer was brewing coffee & hesitated. "you're all making fun of her."

jj smiled. "we're complimenting her, spence."

he blinked, then relaxed. "oh. good. because… i like her a lot."

"that much was clear when you smiled while zip-tied," emily noted.

"you literally said, 'she'll be here soon without even saying it,'" garcia said in a faraway voice. "'she's intimidating when she's angry, but in a hot way.'"

"i never said hot," spencer grumbled.

"you thought it," morgan laughed. "& honestly? same."

"she stormed in like a final boss," jj said. "yelling like the guy borrowed her favorite book & dog-eared it."

spencer rested on garcia's desk, chin in hand, totally lost. "she didn't even blink. it was like… like i vanished & the world just froze until she found me."

it fell silent for a moment.

garcia let out a small gasp. "oh no. he's adorable."

“she checked my pulse three times,” spencer said quietly. “made sure they didn’t nick me by cutting the zip ties. & then she just… held me. & it all felt okay again.”

morgan raised a brow. “and you’re not proposing?”

spencer turned bright red. “i▰i didn’t say that.”

“ohhh,” garcia squealed. “you have a plan.”

jj grinned. “you’ve got a ring already.”

hotch strolled by once more, still inscrutable. "as long as we don't have to rescue you from a love declaration next."

"i won't require a rescue," spencer muttered.

he got out his phone & typed with a small smile.

boygenius — 💘

just thinking about last night. you smelled like cherries & adrenaline.

you looked like war & home simultaneously.

i've never loved you more.

p.s. if you want to yell at me some more, be my guest. it was kinda hot. hopefully that doesn't make you uncomfortable.

p.p.s. dinner tonight? the non-kidnapped variety?

he hit send.

let's say you didn't just have dinner that night.

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ilona2nerrie · 1 day ago

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Part two of Jonathan and the Wayne’s!

Dick rushed into the room, slamming open the door and startling a Jon who was about to try fix his fan. Hon knew there was no superpowers in the house so he had gotten a ladder and was holding rope attached to said ladder to steady himself.

When dick burst in he promptly fell off the ladder hitting his head on the bed. Probably damaging the bed more than he did himself.

“Ah- you idiot, what is it dickhead?”

Dick, who still looked panicked, flung out his hand and held Jon’s shoulder.

“No jonathan! Don’t do it!”

Jon paused, mind blanking.

“Ok.” He said, tilting his head.

“Do what?”

“I got your text message!” Dick gasped out, trying to catch his breath.

“ ‘thanks for everything?!?!’ “

“Yes.” Jon said, not getting the point.

“I just felt like thanking you. For, well, everything.” He shrugged.

“Wait so you’re good?” Dick paused.

“Yes, why?”

“Well I might have misinterpreted your actions-“ dick started before Tim burst in.

“Take him down, semper fi!”

“Agh-“

Dick clasped his hands in his lap and looked to the sideways nervously.

“And told the family group chat .”

“Live Jonathan!” Tim yelled, doing some real shitty cpr onto the hybrids chest.

“Live! Jonathan, you are loved!”

“Why does ‘love’ feel like fucking kryptonite?” Jon said, voice warbling as he was thrust back and forth.

Dick grabbed his shoulders pulling Tim back.

“No, timcicle, it’s fine, he’s good.” Dick sighed, as Tim got off a heaving Jon who rolled to his side and onto his arms. Pushing himself up.

Tim, looked over at dick, offended. Then back to Jonathan.

“You mean I touched him for nothing? Give me five dollars.”

Jon paused, an annoyed expression flitting his face before he handed it over.

“Here.”

Tim grabbed it, despite being stinking rich clutching it like it was a comfort.

“Capitalism had softened the blow.”

Stephanie burst in next, holding some of Alfred’s cookies, looking genuinely worried. Shoving the other two men past she thrust the jar in Jonathan’s face.

“Here, comfort foods! Your ok!”

“Wha- so many baked goods?” Jon said, tilting his head.

Cassandra who was standing at the door yelled.

“It’s not working! Somebody ruin his dad’s day! The petty revenge will make him feel better!”

“No guys, it’s ok!” Dick yelled, looking around.

“No it’s not, dick!” Stephanie gasped, looking at Jon.

“lol at him! He looks terrible!”

“But this is not of my better days?” Jon whispers to himself.

Damian walked into the room, already talking before surveying the carnage.

“Jonathan, I have revived a disturbing text message so I am willing to let you-“ he said before stoping and seeing his siblings.

“We’ll come back to this later.” Damian said abruptly thinking of something else he could do instead of his planned thought.

Jonathan looked at Damian, trying o adjust his yellow beanie.

“I’m confused on what’s happening- ow! Why’d you slap me?” He asked, looking up at Damian.

Damian was gonna offer him a hug, but his siblings were here. So no affection must be showed.

“Because you tried to hurt me cr- friend.”

“What? But I’m your friend- I’m your friend?”

Jon said the last part looking at Damian with hopeful eyes.

“It was a false alarm Damian.”

“Oh.” Damian turned back to Jon.

“Go fuck your self then, never mind.”

He said, about to walk out.

“Ignore that.” Dick said, shooting Damian a look. “We’re happy you’re ok Jonathan.”

“Thanks but,” Jon started, looking up.

“Am I really so fragile that you think even the slightest provocation will send me hurtling into taking my own life?”

“Considering the circumstances of how you came to live with us, yes.”

Jon paused, then frowned.

“Oh.” He said softly, then Damian yanked his beanie down.

“Hey!”

“That’s for making my friend sad!”

“This cycle is vicious!”

part one: Jon the weed dealer.

Part three: stinging Jason todd

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yvesssssssss · 21 hours ago

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Hello!!! Oh My Gosh I really really love your writing, pal! It's the best therapy for me so far and reading anything about Nagumo being a sweetheart is peak happiness for me.

i love the way you write and how similar they are or would be to the actual character!! You truly have talent in writing TvT.I admire your work overall though!!>:D

If you don't mind...please please could you make a Sakamoto boys x reader where the reader promised them a lovely dinner before they left for work but when night fall, they found reader nowhere to be found and when they checked the bedroom, there's a few blood splatters AND AND it all leads to the bathroom and as they went their, they found reader dead body with blood spilling all over ohh and if it makes sense to you maybe the shower was left on while blood continued to run down the drain? Wanna make it interesting as possible!!!

BUTBUTBUT if you don't want to do it, it's okay!! I appreciate your work either way, pookie!💝🫂❤️‍🔥

The dinner that never was

(shin asakura, nagumo yoichi, gaku, natsuki seba)

Thank you so much! That really means a lot. I’m so glad you enjoy the stories—especially the Nagumo ones! I'll keep writing more for you! I hope you like it!!

Shin asakura

He sensed something was wrong before he even stepped inside.

Your thoughts—normally gentle and airy—weren’t there.

The lights were on. Dinner ingredients still sat on the counter, untouched. Your phone buzzed with messages from friends, unread. The silence inside the house was crushing.

“(Y/N)?” he called, trying to laugh it off. “You didn’t forget our dinner date, did you?”

No answer.

He walked down the hall. That’s when he saw it: a crimson smear on the doorframe of the bedroom. His heart stopped.

“Please no…”

His steps quickened. Blood trailed like breadcrumbs, painting a cruel story down the hallway. His breath hitched as he pushed open the bathroom door.

The shower was still running.

Your body was collapsed beneath it. Unmoving. Pale. Blood mixed with the water, swirling into the drain like it belonged there.

He dropped to his knees, screaming your name, hands trembling as he reached for you.

But your mind was gone. Nothing left to hear him.

And in that moment, the only thoughts in the room were his own—shattering like glass.

Nagumo yoichi

“Yo~ babe, I’m home! Hope dinner’s not too fancy, I only stabbed three guys today.”

He kicked the door shut behind him, sunglasses on, that usual grin in place.

Until the scent hit him.

Metallic. Cold.

He knew blood like he knew the back of his hand.

Something was off.

He strolled into the kitchen—no sign of you. Ingredients half-prepped, knife dropped on the floor. His steps slowed. Eyes narrowed.

His hand slid into his coat, gripping a blade.

“(Y/N)...?”

Then he saw it. A crimson fingerprint on the wall. Barely visible. His pace quickened, smile gone.

He followed the trail, stomach sinking with every step. Into the bedroom. The sheets had a few drops of red. The door to the bathroom was cracked open.

He pushed it slowly.

The steam hit him first.

Then the sight.

You—crumpled under the running water, blood painting your body, draining into the tub. A final, tragic still life.

For once, Nagumo didn’t speak. No jokes. No smirk.

He just stared. Then knelt. Took off his gloves and held your cold hand.

“…You promised me dinner, dumbass.”

His voice broke.

Gaku

He was excited. Actually excited.

He sped home, ignoring lights, eager to eat with you. You promised karaage. With extra mayo. He even brought drinks.

He burst in, grinning. “Sweetheart! Guess who didn’t get hit by a truck today!”

No answer.

“…Babe?”

The living room was normal. A little messy. The kitchen, though… untouched.

He dropped the food. Something felt off. His chest tightened.

Then he saw the drops.

Blood.

Small at first. Then more.

He followed it, silent now, breathing harsh.

He pushed open the bedroom door—nothing but more red on the carpet. Leading…

Bathroom.

The shower was still running.

He opened the door and dropped to his knees immediately.

Your body—lifeless, water pouring over your slumped form. Blood soaked the floor. The drain was clogged. It overflowed.

“HEY! HEY! HEY! NO! WAKE UP! (Y/N)!!”

He grabbed you, cradled you, shook you.

Still warm. But gone.

“…Why… why didn’t I come home sooner…”

He buried his face in your neck, fists clenched.

Natsuki seba

He was humming on his way home, thinking about how to compliment your cooking without sounding awkward. He’d even rehearsed it on the train.

The door was unlocked.

Odd.

He stepped in, noticed your shoes by the door. Your coat on the hook.

But the kitchen… was still. Pots untouched. Oven cold. Ingredients half-prepped like someone had been interrupted.

He dropped his bag.

“(Y/N)?”

A trail of blood greeted him near the hallway. His breath caught in his throat.

He ran.

“(Y/N)!”

He found the bedroom first. Sheets slightly rumpled, a smear of red by the door.

He flung open the bathroom door—

You were there. The water still on. Your form lifeless. Crimson soaking through your clothes. The water was pink and pooling on the floor.

He stared for too long before falling to his knees.

“No… no no no—this wasn’t supposed to happen…”

His glasses fogged from the steam and tears.

He wrapped his arms around your limp body and whispered, “I should’ve protected you…”

And somewhere in the background, the shower kept running—like time refusing to stop.

Let me know if you want aftermath scenes or a continuation where they investigate what happened. I can also write a version where you were still barely alive or left a cryptic message behind…

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Hey lovelies! Just a heads up—if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist, now's the time to let me know! I don't want to flood anyone's inbox unnecessarily. 🫶

Drop a comment or send me an ask if you'd like to be added/removed!

Thank you all so much for being here! You all are the best!🫶🫶

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neurospiczzzziee · 22 hours ago

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what do you think of blitz being shocked when stolas kisses him before relaxing in sinsmas?

I LOVE THIS DETAIL SO MUCH!!!

(I'm going to be mainly looking at this from the Perspective of Blitzø)

The reaction of shock we first see shows that Blitzø wasn't expecting it. He didn't feel that he was owed payment like a kiss. He was just happy that he saved his favorite bird. He would have just been happy lovingly looking at Stolas with the sparkle in his eyes.

I think the sensation Blitzø is experiencing is relief.

For the longest time Blitzø and Stolas were on complete different pages. Their ideas and opinions of what one thought of each other was completely different.

When Stolas is shocked states to Blitzø

"you've just risked your life to save mine"

Blitzø doesn't respond in a Cocky way with his mask like the old him would have. He doesn't brag about himself. He doesn't berate Stolas for making him risk his life. For making a stupid choice.

Instead he just says in the most gentle way "well. . .so did you."

He is showing Stolas RECIPROCATION!

This is the first time his feelings have actually properly reached Stolas and the kiss shows it.

Since the Mastermind, heck even at the end of the apology tour Blitzø was trying to show Stolas that he actually cared about him.

Because you need to remember in during the song ALL 2 U Stolas sings the lyrics:

"I don't think you meant to hurt me

Cause I don't think it

meant a thing at all"

That line is the one that DESTROYS BLITZØ.

Cuz what's going on in his head is he realizes that Stolas thinks that he doesn't care at all. That he never cared for him.

The opposite of love is indifference and Stolas thinks he's indifferent.

Blitzø was in love with Stolas but his own armor of self loathing/doubt blinded him of reciprocating his feelings.

That's why during ghost fuckers he's so upset Because is so mad at himself for hurting Stolas and the fact he self-sabotaged himself from the possibility of being happy and having an actual loving relationship. He is wallowing in his own self pity.

(side note I think if Verosika hadn't told Blitzø to lay off that he would have kept trying to pursue Stolas. I do think it was a good thing because he needed time to evaluate himself and how he actually feels. The boy needed introspection.)

During Mastermind Blitzø assumed that Stolas had moved on and it wasn't until Stolas came in and risked his life that Blitzø realized that Stolas still cared for him. Because of what happened he was in a way given the second chance to show Stolas that he actually cared for him back. But the problem is Stolas is rightfully in shock and depressed. Blitzø understands this so he just in a way quietly loves him by caring for him. (Side note I do think if mastermind didn't happen and Stolas was in trouble or anything like that Blitzø still would have gone out of his way to help him and try to show Stolas that he cared for him)

From what I've seen I don't think Blitzø at all expects Stolas to reciprocate feelings for him. I think Blitzø in Sinsmas just wants Stolas to be happy again. He just wants to make sure Stolas doesn't feel like he's alone. Because he knows what it feels like to be alone, to feel abandoned. I think Blitzø would have been happy continuing to just admire Stolas from afar in a quiet way. So Blitzø just continues to quietly love him.

That's why I think the kiss shocked him so much because it lets him know that his feelings finally reached Stolas. Stolas realizes that Blitzø actually cares for him. For the longest time they weren't on the same page and they finally are experiencing mutual receprocation.

What we are seeing is for the first time that sensation of relief and ease on both parties!

Thank you so much for sending me this ask. I truly love this detail of the kiss and I love talking about this silly show so much 🥹💕. For my friends that read this whole thing. Thank you for reading my little rant 😊.

-✨Neuro✨

#helluva boss #stolitz #Blitzø #stolas #im obsessed with the sinsmas kiss. i love my little guys so much #it gives such good characterization!#helluva boss lives rent free in my head

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shaiyasstuff · 14 hours ago

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hiii, I love your writings so so much and every time I open the app I hope to see a new post of yours <3 usually I don't ask for stuff because I know writing is difficult and demanding, I write for myself sometimes just for fun and it takes a lot of brain working that I do not have lmao but if you do something similar to what I'm craving for I would be really really happy!

Basically I'm just a big nerd woman, I love anime and video games the most, it's the joy of my life besides doing art, and recently I've been thinking of my past bcs my birthday is in 8 days and reminding how bullying was a thing for girls like me (I'm over it now I'm almost 26 lol but some scars are permanent) and I would love to know how you vision the lads man enjoying/inserting themselves in their partner world of likings, maybe thrilled with how much knowledge you have about it all? bcs again, I'm reeeally into it and I love knowing/reading everything lol lore obsessed for sure (if possible something with valorant/league of legends/star rail if you know some of them but it can be anything seriously, and please nanami from jujutsu kaisen especially for zayne because they are my husbands 4 life and I love them the most ><) also I love your pfp, frieren is AMAZING!!!

Anyways, thank you very much for sharing your hardwork and beautiful mind, you're amazing and I hope you never stop writing what is in your heart <3 love you

SKSKSK ANOTHER FRIEREN FAN!! Hot take: Frieren deserves AOTY i dont care what others say XD Thank you so much for requesting this!! This was so much fun to write and honestly so so so so cute! I giggled a little too much imagining our boys just being with us (not mc, US, the real us)

So here is your request written below!! Do tell me if it’s not satisfactory >.< (I don’t play Star Rail so I did some research, if it isn’t accurate pls dont kill me) @goddamn-it-girl

Sylus

Sylus never really got video games.

“Why waste time in virtual battlefields when the real world demands strategy?” he’d say with a dismissive wave of his hand, like he was too good for flashy pixels and keyboard tapping.

But then one night, you’re in your usual spot, headset on, deep in a League match. You mutter under your breath, almost without thinking—

“God, I wish Sylus was more like Kayn’s Shadow Assassin form.”

And just like that, he’s behind you.

No warning. No hello.

Just standing there, arms crossed, eyes glued to your screen.

He doesn’t say much at first. Just watches.

“Hm,” he hums thoughtfully as your fingers fly across the keyboard—Q, Q, D—blink forward, another kill.

“It doesn’t seem that hard.”

Next week, you walk into the room after a long day—bag dropped, shoes kicked off—only to find him hunched at your desk.

Your computer’s on. He’s wearing your headset.

You watch, amused, as he furiously taps keys with a strange kind of intensity. His brows are furrowed.

And then you catch his champion.

You cross your arms, smirking.

“I cannot believe you got jealous over a video game character.”

Sylus scoffs, not even turning away from the screen.

“I wasn’t jealous. I’m learning to jungle. That way I can protect your lane.”

You laugh, falling into your spot beside him like it’s second nature now.

Because you know that’s not really why.

He just likes the way your eyes light up when you win.

Rafayel

Rafayel shares your love for video games.

He gets your obsession with Star Rail.

He’s the type to sit right next to you as you ramble about lore for the hundredth time, nodding along like it’s the most important story he’s ever heard.

“I’m telling you, Natasha is literally the coolest—like, hands down.”

“Hm. No,” he says, already smiling. “Himeko’s the coolest.”

Cue the dramatic banter.

You clutch your chest like you’ve been wounded. “How dare you.”

“Hey, I don’t make the rules.”

So you fake a cry, full-on pout and teary eyes.

He sighs dramatically, hands in the air. “Okay! Okay! Natasha’s the coolest! The best! The queen!”

You flash him a smug smile. Victory.

Then, one afternoon, you finish cooking lunch—something warm, something he usually comes running for the second it hits the air.

But today? Nothing.

Frowning, you head to the bedroom.

The door creaks open and—

There he is, slouched over the study table, completely zoned in. His brows are drawn together, pencil in hand, the quiet scratch of graphite filling the room.

“What are you doing?” you ask, curious.

He jumps like he’s been caught red-handed and slams the sketchbook shut, hugging it to his chest.

“Nothing!” he says way too fast, flashing you that boyish grin. “Is lunch ready?”

You laugh, shaking your head, and motion him to follow.

But back in the room, the sketchbook still sits on the table, forgotten in his rush.

One page left open—just enough for you to see it.

A carefully drawn sketch of you, soft and radiant, dressed as Natasha.

Of course he thinks she’s the coolest.

She looks a lot like the person he loves.

Xavier

Xavier would be insanely good at Valorant.

He saw you play once. Literally once.

And the next weekend?

There’s suddenly a whole PC setup right next to yours—dual monitors, custom keycaps, matching chairs.

He’s ready.

You blink at the setup, suspicious.

“What is this?”

“I figured we could grind to Immortal together,” he says like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

And he means it.

The first time you watch him play, you’re slack-jawed.

“How are you so good at this?”

He just shrugs, smug. “I’ve got good hand-eye coordination.”

Cheeky bastard.

But he’s not just good at the game—he’s good at being with you.

He’ll pull you into his lap on the couch after a long match, your legs draped over his, your hands gesturing wildly as you talk about Omega Earth lore like it’s gospel.

And he’s right there, nodding along with genuine interest.

He treats your passions like art.

When you draw your Reyna and Gekko ship, he’ll lean in over your shoulder, voice soft.

“You know what would be cool? What if Agent 7 wasn’t Reyna’s little sister, but actually the real founder of Valorant?”

You pause.

“You can’t just—drop lore like that—”

“Oh, and did you know if you wallbang that corner on Lotus with a Sheriff—”

“That makes so much sense!” you gasp, and then immediately groan. “No wonder I’m hard stuck Gold.”

He just grins. Because he doesn’t just drop into your world for the weekend—

He builds a home in it. Right beside you.

Zayne

Zayne wouldn’t just support your love for anime—he’d understand it.

He’d see the depth in it the same way you do.

You’d spend nights curled up on the couch, Jujutsu Kaisen playing on loop, your eyes wide and shining with every fight scene, every emotional beat.

He’s right beside you, always—arm slung around your shoulder, fingers tracing lazy circles on your arm as he watches with quiet attention.

He’d chuckle softly whenever you’d throw yourself back dramatically, clutching your chest and declaring, “I can’t do this,” after every tragic death.

He’d never mock it—he’d just pull you closer.

Then one night, he wakes up to an empty bed.

It takes him seconds to notice your absence—your warmth, the subtle weight of your presence.

He pads into the living room quietly, finding you exactly where he expected.

Curled up on the couch, legs drawn to your chest, your face softly lit by the glow of your phone screen.

You’re scrolling through endless fanart of Nanami—

Nanami glowing with cursed energy.

Nanami, suit wrinkled, tie loose.

Nanami, unwavering, standing tall even as the world tries to break him.

Zayne doesn’t say a word.

Just walks over and gently lifts you into his arms, settling you onto his lap like you belong there.

Let’s be honest, you do.

You hesitate, then murmur, almost shyly, “He reminds me of you.”

Your fingers toy with the hem of his shirt.

“Not just the suit thing. It’s the way you carry yourself. How you protect the people you love. Even when it costs you.”

He’s quiet for a beat, then nods.

“I see myself in him too.”

You giggle, already scrolling to show him more—

“Wait, look at this one. And this one. And oh my god this—”

He just smiles. Soft. Reverent.

Because he doesn’t just tolerate your love for anime—

He sees the soul of it reflected in you.

And maybe, just maybe, in him too.

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